proletariat 7.19.6

this was a beautiful night. we thank everyone for coming out. there is nothing like the red lights coming down on you as your heart pours out.

a heart break poem for a broken soul.her's..

.......how many voices have been bled to you
..moon...oracle ...light , night , fear...
..how many serenades have you heard in practice..
songs gave to you before the lover's ear

how many paint strokes have been missed..
..or spread full to their intent..
..how many masters were invented..
....and why are most these master's now amiss..

and how many poems have you now heard..
..poems such as this ..where lover's cry...
how many fools still look to you moon
..when thier romance begins to die....

love
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