Under A Seat In A Used Car

Edmond Poetry 08/27/201908/27/2019 1 Minute

These twisting handcuffs are truly twisted also in they require our application. Connected with something producing crushing fear easily to chest with powerful kneading stress. To beat it I must face it again. Personal with my personal dark closet space container number blah out of infinite more corrective needs. Seems like it.

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Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be reached at: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com View all posts by Edmond

Published 08/27/201908/27/2019