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by joelysdalton

I sit poised and unnatural Imperfect and alone

Entire composure unfinished the only one picking my bone.

An age away but a room across You are crooked limbs

Making the moment your home.

As you are not instigating I won’t say anything

And in the corner, my teeth rot away

from my failing.

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a year ago
o man

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
This is a poignant look into behaviors that we have under the influence of the tender trap. Great job.