they left me dry
like with a rag they've scrubbed the kitchen floor with
and then left me hanging to dry on the line
and me, I was so eager to fly with the wind passing by.
Sunday, 21 August 2016
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Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality. I've published a book with love poems: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Compilation-selected-poetry-greatest/dp/B09WYVJQQ2
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