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Pen Lux
Poems
Oct 3
left to mull
oak trees dropping
thorns today
the pine is my friend
no acorns in this shade
the weeds I pulled
left me bleeding
to see you
jaw dropping
to hear you
nearing my end
to feel you
my undoing
so here's to a letter never sent
mull: a verb : think about (a fact, proposal, or request) deeply and at length.
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