Whilom – September 1, 2020

Hanging on like smoke

From nights past

Gritty and nasty

Rolling through the day

Hair pent up

And tangled

So many tangles

My fingers no longer twirling of boredom

Left in the nights before

As have you

But this smell

Does not wash out

I cannot rid it’s cling

Lingering in daydreams

Dirty and lost

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