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Jun 2019
Wip
When this bag is done
I swear to God I will quit
This time I mean it

The senryu spins your head
Clouds swirl in the spoon
Cirrus horsetails in viscous regret
Precious negligence
Your self-loathing giving way to urgency
Calm yourself now
DO NOT dull the point
Irreparable damage already done
Tie and hit
Come on! Come on!
Blood is joy

When this bag is gone
Oh God!
I swear...
This time...

                                     rc
Ron Conway
Written by
Ron Conway  M/Bridge Lake, BC
(M/Bridge Lake, BC)   
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