DK Marie

November 5, 2020August 20, 2020 / dkmarie

In a village in the middle of lost America
I sit in the corner of the cafe
Writing poetry that tastes of you
I sip on warm memories
Of lust, love, and longing
It’s a bitter brew
That’s somehow sweet

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