SUNNY AND SEVEN DEGREES

 

I can bide my time always but not forever 
I’ve been eating the difference between 
hard and soft fragility, as it curdles 
Give me some empty words, 
that I might fill them up with all of 
the things that are too small to be 
manageable without some container
that I retrieved from drawers that 
I can’t compel myself to throw away

 

 

 

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