Pickle of Me

A Poem by R.E.K.

This pickle of me

All her words and

Creeping things

Lay floating

In midnight wanderings

She'll sour any day

This pickle of me

Is pickling

And I've barely any room

For beside me

Is humanity

Fermenting in their gloom

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Added on January 13, 2019
Last Updated on January 13, 2019

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