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A and B Day Acrostic Poem (Speakeasy)

  • Timothy Wolfgang Truman Petraitis
  • May 27, 2019
  • 1 min read

A Day:

Move over Clio for I have found a new Muse

Over tear stained statues I have wept marble tears

Only to find myself ankle deep in the gravel of sadness

B Day:

Cover me in night to hide my flaws

On silver clouds I reach for what lies behind the dark curtain

Withheld from me are the mysteries birthed in shadows of day


 
 
 

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