The Worst Morning After
The worst morning after...
I had played abandoned
In the heavenly weep
My ribs welcomed discomfort
A shaky resentment for my flesh.
The worst morning after...
I had bitten the bite
With the dreadful area dog
I took a new tongue
A growl and a bark.
The worst morning after...
When our alert was stoned
The thieves made a sweep
And broke our strong fort.
Our tears profuse and fresh.
It was and was worse.
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