Glue
The same expression of a man , I see every Day, whom
Agitated and serious.
I know that furrowed brow far too well, his limbic lobe delirious.
I'm restless too , mood sticks like glue.
Sticky atmosphere is tedious
Copyright © Julianne Williams | Year Posted 2025
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