Poem no. 262

blacknessonseapoet
Sep 12, 2022
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POEM TITLE Wretched Wobbly Stings

POEM Such a beautiful night, let’s swim from the shore. Jumped in the cool water, but my head is so sore? What could it be, a face full of stings. Jellies out in force, those wretched wobbly things. Questionable life choices, left a face in a mess. On that fateful night, I submerged at Blackness

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