"Hello, It's Me"A Poem by Dennis Willis
I'd write a poem
if time weren't awful about it pinning my neck against rare against heir against care what does it want this constant pressing burr i might be time biting itself raw while time while colors come true in time sorry you, we weren't meant to get here now against upstream of the soul's angst is a platform i suck like a barnacle on beauty crying at what i have to eat landing a fish of hearts joining a club
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Added on November 18, 2019 Last Updated on November 18, 2019 AuthorDennis WillisOHAboutUp for election to head of nothing at all. Running on an all inclusive platform. more..Writing
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