brush with bukowskiA Poem by Ashley Hwriting prompt for PP class flexin that alliteration muscle
we took the same
seat at the same time as if expressing sympathy for one anothers solitary sips of her and her our silence was seemingly symmetrical so much so that i could taste your repetition when i tongued the trenches of the wisest teeth praying that i would one day stutter in circles that could make this coffee shop cry for a living
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