Anise+Wormwood

It took only a moment to benumb

As you blinked away with eyes, colored absinthe

A widened grin retrogressed to a line

Feeble. Thin.

The scraps scatter-- a river’s rubbish

The weaving of a blue jay’s nest.

An altered opportunity, just

Remnants left within.

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a ++ 10/10 would read again

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Added on September 20, 2016
Last Updated on September 20, 2016

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