Lxii
Sometimes(now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now//spill
horrified goldfish meeting
air/myopic eyes; live cataract-like
but still & now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
:: ~ ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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