Tepid, Tempered and TameA Poem by Kristina Yoderyour pulse reached me left my arching spine frozen in time a non-partner in crime tepid, tempered and tame a plump, beating heart on the table kept you at bay, unable sharing cannot be caring if his burden you’re always wearing drop it off here, in the mud (soil) move on to seedlings ready to just have fun (toil) © 2018 Kristina Yoder |
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Added on March 13, 2018 Last Updated on March 13, 2018 Author
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