Now that ur
gone
Now that ur
gone
I feel
insecure
About my
judgement
In affairs
of the pen
The tongue’s
instinctive
Just can’t
get enough
But the pen
is where
The death
sentence is wrought
& the wrestle
with
Laws & Lore
& knots
& threads /- cut.
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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