Nimble rattlesnakes guarded my heart.
Until you sent owls to outsmart.
But the truth was abstract art.
Disguised as works of art.
Clarity saved me
from your black dye.
Dignify.
Air-dry.
Cry.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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