last night
wrote a poem in my head, last night
too lazy to get up and write it out
wasn't bothered to bring a pen
or a device to my bedside;
this morning was a beast
wringing my memory
for what had gone
all those words
now vanished
last night
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-04-27 at 09:24
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