Georgia
It was black coal
made the blues good.
But for the time being
Even the trees were green.
They took the lot
But the rotting peaches
didn’t taste sweet.
All the bruises sank
into the pit
of their stomachs.
Horses pulled
tracts in the soil
as seed falls
but they wont come
till the blue drops rain.
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1 comment:
dude i was totally the first to read this.
tots
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