7am Poem 5.

Crimes, etc… (a four stanza tanka plus one syllable)

Your crime was lying.
Mine was believing in you.
Both more sins than crimes
if I believed sins exist.
If I believed in an us.

Your crime was vodka.
Mine was hiding from the truth.
Both more blood than crime
if I believe blood carries
sins and crimes lifetime to life…

Your crime was poison.
Mine was drinking you full down.
Both more deadly than we knew
if I believe in knowing
if I believed in ends.

Lie, vodka poison.
Believe, hide, slurp your posings.
Sins, blood, slow fall deaths
if I believe in cyclones
if I believed we ever

were.

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