birthday soak,
the window cleaners at work,
so my visions clarified,
but the poems come no quicker
love to over soak, face becoming
this shade of ❌ , dump the salts
into the screeching heat, and see
they are an ad mixture, a combine
of ginger and clay
you may celebrate a day of Naissance,
I, do not! To me besides, the ordinaryness
of just a nother poem drawing me in its heat
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
birthday soak,
the window cleaners at work,
so my visions clarified,
but the poems come no quicker
love to over soak, face becoming
this shade of ❌ , dump the salts
into the screeching heat, and see
they are an ad mixture, a combine
of ginger and clay
you may celebrate a day of Naissance,
I, do not! To me besides, the ordinaryness
of just a nother poem drawing me in its heat
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