Category : Poems

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The disfigurement of his face, the way it snarled at poverty and crested it’s pale eyelids towards the pearl of green ink. A withering site that sags, bounces and seeps into the skull of a weaker man, changing and condensing the air around him into a web of pollution. Grieving as if the worlds best time was sat on the shores on a forgotten island or on the highest peak on a mountain that never could quite stand the childish behaviour of the weather.