There will be a final day
My child agrees to be carried
And there will be a final day
I ask them.
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Soft Eyes Jagged Nails
PoetryI hunt for words The same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is where The gems hide. I will find boring words, And ugly words There are also the ones That would be exquisite in someone else's mouth But don't...
Present.
There will be a final day
My child agrees to be carried
And there will be a final day
I ask them.
