Love A Wasteland

Behind those crooked smiles

lie some grief, little pain…

Those winning dimples,

sunken deep in cheeks

hollowed by cheap joints

of gas-stations telling tales

of murky betrayals. 

Ruby wines oozing of

the pale veins in those

abandoned cabarets.

Love a  Wasteland!

She did bloom a Rose

or a Tulip



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