Do you want to, Come over later? I hear myself say y e s. It tastes sour in my mouth, I didn’t like lemons until I met you. I recount the time you smashed a bottle millimetres from my face, Maybe my riposte was too smart, You glunched and I braced. I imagine gnashing the […]
Ghost of You, by Lucia Irvine — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
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