Hooked

I think on him in centuries
Atoms bonding every sensory
Allowing thoughts to linger
Between the lines and liquor

I think he’s got the best of me
Even dirty not his enemy
I change the mask, not the figure
And giving up, I won’t consider

© Delia Ross. 2021

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