The soul’s litter box EyesThe soul’s litter boxRevealA stench of fearOnce close enoughTo see theHalf-buried liesInside@yonar on Twitter Posted on February 24, 2020 7:52 am by WORDED.ART Comment This entry was posted in Micropoetry
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February 24, 2020 WORDED.ART FlippedLove and hurt, Luck and burdens, If we're openIn all ernestThey're all sidesOf the same coinFlipped...