Thirst In My Chest Poem by Manonton Dalan

Thirst In My Chest



oh! soak with honey
of love immersion
want to stay sweet
to last to apple dropp
and maybe more; more
before i wash my soul

goddess of grapes, beauty
dancing with happy spirits
won't let me wash my soul
i would be that old man
walking with oil lamp
checking when to uncork


(happy new year)

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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