Like a trip to the bathroom of the soul
by dan ankers
Dismissed Kisses
Wiped off like Mother's Pecks
The Queue
I like my evenings
Mine and ours
But not between "you and I"
and why?
Why not/Why?
is a question for the non believing
I'm happiest when
it is
my soul is not for rent
and my eyes do not deceive me
wrung free from my docility
relieving .
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