Mike Bell/ July 24, 2019/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments
You woke wearing diamonds
Under you lay our dust Dead stuff
You sucked and spun me by a cyclone
Picking us apart – claiming my flaked mites
weren’t on our mediator’s list
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