Tannic Water
Poetic Justice of the Darkness
Tannic Water
The dark mystery puddles beside my home in its ponds.
Every morning I open the french doors of my dreams and enter the world again through this dark tannic water.
It’s so easy to fall in the depression of the darkness. The tannins of society stain my porcelain flesh. The tar. The impurities we carry through our bodies. Through our emotions.
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