empty bookends
to be beheld and be held
but kept presently undone
by a stapler, fresh out of wire
so unbound and at the mercy
of scurrilous winds bedight
always stuck in a green room
not knowing what would betide
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-06-15 at 15:14
Tags Galateus Crypticbard Arkayye
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