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Sitting Down, in progress…

it’s been a couple of rains since I’ve last sat down, next to my soul, like wet, weary, weathered hangers, rotted bones out on the clothes lines of otherness parts of me, consuming endurance like wicker rockers, missing upper teeth , gummy – out washing my words, like smiles, all smiled out, they greet me under the sunny haze on a Saturday night as dark crystal moon sitting, telling, gambling’s of my future, come home they say, relax they say, relish and be, for the sake of being your Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2023

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