Excuse Me
Travelling through life,
Amongst the riffraff.
Dressing crab,
Stroking the ride.
Searching for kindred,
A friend, the soul.
Under the cut vein,
Once bled, dry.
Dry still but alive,
Hot and pulsed red.
Shooting the breeze,
Brushing nature’s scent,
Opening doors wide.
Reflections caught,
Undoing inside,
To the end.
To the end,
I cried.
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Evelyn Halsall Baker
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