Impulse Poetry
That which recurs...
Friday, 31 March 2017
Ebullition 1
I think,
and I go on
‘bout him
endlessly, as if that’s all;
faraway, he leads different,
and here a mannequin I am
to watch him grow with—
generalized anxiety disorder;
i grow the same with all this thinking,
bemoaning.
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