take the broken pitcher as a sign if you want to
on this night no where near thanksgiving
that's all i can think of
we are one in the same
and i gravitate towards the daily reality
that sometimes
to be seen is to be targeted
and one must step back
because there isn't anything you can do
keep your mouth quiet
and do as your told
her decisions are made quickly
and unknown to anyone around her
she does what she wants
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The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
