Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Man Suit

by kholinar

You say it suits,
I say it seems.
You wear the win,
I dress in dreams.
Our devastated hopes,
becoming souls
the loose-stitched
tropes unravel.
You call me, “rabble.”
And we agree.

Published: November 22, 2011

Filed Under: Uncategorized

Tags: free verse : poetry : spilled ink

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Feste's Lute

Man Suit

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