July 29, 2006
Posted by K in Nonsense, Poem.trackback
scrunch scrunch
scrunch scrunch srunch
scrunch
A wail
that cleared
accumulated phlegm
A deep breath
Am I free?
No
I still love thee
But you’re faceless
Forever
To me
To me.
Forked tongue
I accept.
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