we thought we knew we had once Poem by antoine de kom

we thought we knew we had once



we thought we knew we had once dried our hands in a hurricane when
problems just kept on coughing.

a trail of cough sweets led us to a bucket containing remnants of plaster of paris.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hurricane,paris,problems
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