POEM A DAY 2017
Friday, January 27, 2017
Discoveries
He sends his tongue out searching
and crosses his eyes in concentration
what are these feet?
his drool drips
betrayed face after the needle prick
I thought you were looking out for me.
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Matthew
January 30, 2017 at 9:33 PM
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