this morning I woke up
with the metallic taste of poetry in my mouth
and though I scrub
though I scour
till the sink is bright pink
I can't seem to
spit
it
out
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
this morning I woke up
with the metallic taste of poetry in my mouth
and though I scrub
though I scour
till the sink is bright pink
I can't seem to
spit
it
out
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