I know none
of what we
might be.
But I know
enough
to walk away
that life
won't paint
we.
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Soliloquy
Poetryonly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
painting.
I know none
of what we
might be.
But I know
enough
to walk away
that life
won't paint
we.
