Caustic Tribute

don’t ever change.
a friend afar in tribute
pressed for resurrection bow.
anonymous by rite
a face, a place, a night
and madness comes in tow.
so cheers to all our twisted smiles
alive behind lifes fears.
our caustic morning voices
in contempt of long lost tears.

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