Dream Rung
Produce flaw-make it show
I did not know the pinch.
Watch grow-less than absent: six pounds toward water,
mistaking me for the warmth of mothers.
Comfort swims obtuse-long running privilege and fathers.
May June daughters toss back hands with laughter.
If nothing matters I'm the complete backwards of notice to compare.
Copyright © Jonathan Michael Conlon | Year Posted 2013
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