Odd

Odd feels awkward
Feel not backwards


Odd angst linger
Point no finger


Odd strange regrets
Loss strangles set


Odd echoes curl
Sour tense now hurls


Odd flavours greet
On mad sad streets


Odd angles stake
Touch pampers fake




Leon Enriquez
26 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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