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Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)

AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)

 

Cracks fault my indigo hand

Post “D” I must not land

This bastard child, what is it worth?

My dark offspring in two past six

 

Is it immoral that a lad give birth?

A grand graphic scratch I wish I could nix

Arid sands form a cloud in my brain

As I rush a conclusion to this horrific quatrain

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