Another Dasey Poem
You
Curled into
The corner of
the couch
Your hair
Falling over your
Cheek and into a
Puddle beside you
So hard
To look away
So hard
To walk away
But maybe
Another day

Another Dasey Poem
You
Curled into
The corner of
the couch
Your hair
Falling over your
Cheek and into a
Puddle beside you
So hard
To look away
So hard
To walk away
But maybe
Another day
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