absence

Anthony Gatta poetry November 24, 2018November 24, 2018 1 Minute

I used to think I’d get better
I don’t think much anymore

A mobile mannequin
A missing identity
Aimless ambling atop broken glass
Anesthetize your psyche
It will keep you safe

Published by Anthony Gatta

Published November 24, 2018November 24, 2018

iamwhoiam says:

November 24, 2018 at 12:07 pm

i like this one

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