Pack-Man --
- Laura Titzer
- Mar 13, 2023
- 1 min read
Who packed away
my beauty, consumed
my security, chomped
my belongings until
all that remained was
a hollow sand dollar,
a skeleton to hang
from your wall, a memento
of better times?
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