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Work in progress

Is a gift you pulled from me
Like  a dentist at 7 a.m. on a Sunday

To this day
When I see your face
I can hear the hum and the buzz of the drill

I have enjoyed it
Like a masochist flossing
Between what is and what could someday be


Published inPoetry

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