.
you smell like sugar,
honey
and confections
on a
New Year's eve
with a hint
of the midnight's
glee:
a delightful
sight to behold,
sweet,
lively and full
of delectable
essence but
too much
of you
is not right
for me.
—MLD | 01052021
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
