i woke up in the morning
as it blurred every tomorrow i may see.
and when they say to take steps slowly,
i never see my feet if it is pacing the right path.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
xcii. feet
i woke up in the morning
as it blurred every tomorrow i may see.
and when they say to take steps slowly,
i never see my feet if it is pacing the right path.
