My expectations
Present me
With a
Shared Sharp Shard
Of Glass
As rotten blood trickles down
Each spectacle
Overwhelming evidence
Seeps in each
Prickling crack
Blood wheeps
Floorboard creaks
It's the mailman
What a creep
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
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