who would have guessed that
false dignity would leave a ring on my coffee table —
when viscous words seeped through the cracks
& shaped a mosaic of volatility
for me to witness later;
sticky-sweet.
who would have guessed that
false dignity would leave a ring on my coffee table —
when viscous words seeped through the cracks
& shaped a mosaic of volatility
for me to witness later;
sticky-sweet.
wonderful poem
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Thank you 🙂
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