Kerouac Lives - 157 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Kerouac Lives - 157

Rating: 5.0

All the morning's sun
Lost on me sleeping
Wastin' precious day
Sucking night away

Friday, January 26, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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