a penny for a lost thought
sat at the edge of a lonely pennyare slivers and swatches that bled
of a memory that had been misled
over and over, one time too many
its feet dangle, toes wriggling, tickling
as would villi, but on the outside
of a famished yet entertained belly
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2019-10-15 at 02:52
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