Licking A Melting Popsicle Does Not Get You Far. Poem by Chloe Armstrong

Licking A Melting Popsicle Does Not Get You Far.



Each time you take a bite
Remember now that tonight's the night
I shall be watching
So quietly
Waiting
So very still
Each time you take a breath
Remember the breaths you have left
So quietly
Waiting
So very still

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