It was the only unpleasantness between us;
He smelt like a man,
Like rough,
I was forever
Rank with dampness,
A mere
Locked-up smell,
Gushing with
Margins of errors,
Pining, Pining
To be, filled…
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2 comments:
Is it me reading btwn the lines...or did you actually mean it?
well, poetry is the only genre that makes me brutally honest; to lie here would be so soul destroying!
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