SOMBRE POET

nothing that floods my body with adrenaline 
will come my way of late 

cannot force out the words if they are not true 
if the saliva washes the words right down my throat 
marked in my mind as a passing fancy 

won’t something print itself 
onto my mind? 

Kate (C) 

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