She had seen the slow drip of smile
That didn’t quite match his face.
There was just too much something
In the nothing she saw in his eyes.
And she didn’t know why,
But she knew.
If anyone could be
A single use disposable douche,
He would be.
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Richard Braxton is a writer struggling with his inner poet. He has fought the poetic urge most of his life, but lately, he has fallen prey to this lifestyle. And the world is the worse for it.
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