Keep moving
This spot is
Officially reserved for
The outcasts
Don't meet their
Sunken eyes
Just ignore them
Keep walking
The cantina is just ahead
A seagull has
Secured a nice lunch
For himself
Prepared with love
For another hole
We all hate ping pong anyway
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Fabergé eggs: A collection of poems by Alexander Hopper
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote while I was at the lowest point of my life.
