The Day (a bluesy southern rhyme)

The day resets
The bath grows cold
He’s no regrets
Said life is love
But mostly debts
Let luck manifold
And you’ll have no sweats
Little gold
Cuz I stole success
And you cannot fold

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I do hail from the deep Deep South


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The glitch took me to a place I’d never been before

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