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a crumpled thought
A crumpled thought
Unfolded
Asking questions
I felt their sting
“I came to you”
“you tossed me out”
“why will you not listen”
I watched it struggle
To un-crumple itself
Smooth its rejection
Stiffen its resolve.
My cold coffee
Took its side
Whispered from the cup
“you do that a lot”
“dismiss thought’s thoughts”
An oily film clung to my throat
As I sat
Pondering
A crumpled thought
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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