The Sentence You Left Behind
Saturday Poetry Prompt: words breaking up
I’m not going anywhere
Just symbolic
A tiny rail of script
Clinging to the edge
Of an empty coffee cup
Left long enough in the sun
To crumble
With the right look
I’m not going anywhere
Just symbolic
A tiny rail of script
Clinging to the edge
Of an empty coffee cup
Left long enough in the sun
To crumble
With the right look
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