A Bottle and a Sad Song

Life is a dark, broken bottle at my feet. The pieces too sharp to pick up. Death is the pick in my hand and a guitar. A sad song drawn out too long.

Author: Arsenio Franklin

Tony Starling Kidd says:

August 9, 2020 at 10:08 am

lovely words

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1. Arsenio Franklin says:
  
  August 9, 2020 at 2:00 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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