the wind that blew through your open window chilled my exposed shoulder the thin sheet did not protect me from the wind or your icy glare.
passing inspection. meeting the requirement. reevaluating me when i fail.
your look says it all i offer my dignity and humility and still it is not enough.
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Basically Poetry
PoesíaWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
