By Michael Dagen on July 2, 2024
as years dissolve time and such
there is a thought maybe not
what if this thing single being
truly sticks alone my whip
has strange set in no more friends
are all my matches married catches
wedding rings cursing me
left handshake check first date
does kisser work tongue gone berserk
eye sight might go blind tonight
curiosity reflects mirror of tests
complimentary partner rarest honor
wilding dreaming singing feeling
writing working weeding cooking
learning living life so giving
am I relevant or dear repellent.
Day Gun
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