the type of wind that slashes
so I shaved three seasons from my face
just to learn again the sting
because no one detaches like me
and keeps stumbling merrily along
ho ho ho
bite me
but only if you mean it
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by Scott Thomas Outlar / November 17th, 2019
the type of wind that slashes
so I shaved three seasons from my face
just to learn again the sting
because no one detaches like me
and keeps stumbling merrily along
ho ho ho
bite me
but only if you mean it
This article was posted on Sunday, November 17th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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