clarityA Poem by Daniel Atkinson
beneath the
rug are malt liquor cans used cigarettes life choked from them an old lemon used tissue one sock stained yellow and however many letters i've written you and ignored. i swept them under and left them there to die.
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Added on November 8, 2016 Last Updated on November 8, 2016 Author
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