One Step

behind my last
word
and letter
is the wh
missing the why
Yet a yeti without an eye
rattle the door
to give them a scare
the Baritone sax
the all knowing facts
spikey haired to the max.
Still until the still is still
cloned myself twice
hoping one of them
will end me
is the wh just waiting on the at
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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