Concrete – Magnetic Poetry Monday

we are born naked into this life
with fat, warm growling bellies,
throbbing hearts and perfumed breath…
is it any wonder that we bleed
bits of magic out over time, dying,
surrounded by a decaying universe
of steel, dirt, glass, concrete and the
lingering blush of broken dreams

kat -10 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – The Poet Kit)

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