with which to settle each itch that come
roof of my mouth a flea-bitten desert
raging with this arid monsoon
each nostril converted to oozism
a humidifier defied by truth
futile extents to bother the box
only left to lift the level
spatial feats that dwarves can't beat
weeps due to no sorrow nor joy
one day long
barely covers one long day
mopped aside
like microscopic carci
Earth's pesticide
why vanquish me
a plea
send down a pillar of fire
rid us of this ragweed
where shall I go?
3 comments:
Good news. Once the frost cometh, your allergies will goeth!
yikes
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