There's a bit of a procrastinator
In my fingertips,
And a bit of the Domme's whip hand
In my right-hand wrist.
My own hand's grip on a recent past
Tends to be sickly.
If it takes a year to learn what's
next, the last
I forget quickly.
Overcoming is overtaking, leaving
behind,
Just not being here.
I have never been bitter about things I
can only
See in a mirror.
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