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Governor's broke
I reckon now that
it takes
a sudden, violent gust of wind
on the freeway, doing 90.
it takes 90 mi/hr
and
the violent wind
to call forth from the yawning Void in my chest
a brief smirk–
a fleeting half smile
or–
Standing.
Precariously perched underneath the
pointed tip of the bottle.
(a rather- damoclesian
affair).
it takes
a sudden, violent gust of wind
on the freeway, doing 90.
it takes 90 mi/hr
and
the violent wind
to call forth from the yawning Void in my chest
a brief smirk–
a fleeting half smile
or–
Standing.
Precariously perched underneath the
pointed tip of the bottle.
(a rather- damoclesian
affair).
Published 23rd Mar 2024
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1st May 2024 5:07am
Dear A,
For me, this write has a very distinct feel for that precipice one stands on in deciding to take that plunge when there’s an addiction involved. That stark moment of should I/shouldn’t I?
Terrific write. H🌷
For me, this write has a very distinct feel for that precipice one stands on in deciding to take that plunge when there’s an addiction involved. That stark moment of should I/shouldn’t I?
Terrific write. H🌷
1st May 2024 12:04pm
