SOme CAll Me ToNy

Ramblings, thoughts, ideas. My ways of killing time and not people.


April 2016


A thousand hums swirling around
Feeding as it hovers over well-trodden ground
One voice cuts through it all
As it cries, it all stops
Was it worth it?


I Am Crow

I am like nesting crow
In this hall of mirrors
The reflections are all real
You may never know
Your words suck air
I still soar above

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