When my ink found you wanting.

When my ink found you wanting.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Your raised eyebrow
had me down as
questionable,
but I knew
I was
under your skin.
How you tried
to sweat me out.
but I wasn’t
going anywhere.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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