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Morning Route.
#WritcoPoemPromt68
I pull my sweater over my head
like an Infirmity,
like the gout,
grudgingly.
As a baby breaks its waters sac,
my head pops out, them my arms
slither through like sprouts.
The new skin adheres...
I pull my sweater over my head
like an Infirmity,
like the gout,
grudgingly.
As a baby breaks its waters sac,
my head pops out, them my arms
slither through like sprouts.
The new skin adheres...
