Mildew sits and dreams of life
Upon a slice of bread
But its still stuck on a wall
And will be until its dead
The iron curtain bar with rings
Starts rusting in the air
But this is just the gist of things
And entirely fair
A very strange and somber poem
This is that I've been writing
But maybe a much richer loam
Will cause ideas to come biting
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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