Day 16 Poem

the great expectation

will kill you in the end

and the dream you had last night

works

in the same fashion

its equally as droll

intimate

inviting

like a pristine drop

of perfume acid

just the tip

but I’ve had my ears turned up

since the moon changed

and the world stopped

turning

I know better then you

-D

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