Weak attention
Minor mention Apprehension Old invention Wander lonely One and only Weep discretely Ignored completely Day to day In disarray Achey dismay A fine filet Covered in crumbs Breaded, numb A droning hum That lacks aplomb Don’t look at me With sympathy. Keep your concern And righteous sigh. I do get by With a hungry eye, A winding way And healthy why On my lips. Yet still backflips Through mocking city. Dodging a lifeless, loveless pity 12/7/21
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