Non-Erotic PoetrySometimesSometimes
You just wanna
Throw in the towel
Curl up
In the fetal
Tears - summoned,
But they won't come
My soul is greedy
Withholding
Their moisture
That's alright
I'm sure I'll need it later.
**Afterthought -
- And then you knock the bong
over
your shoes,
the floor,
yo' money.
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