We spoke passionately while
walking with backs turned
One false step made the impression
of a fork in the earth
And with the dust-filled air now
too saturated to see
She confuses seclusion
for aversion
But ask yourself,
does a house cat feel contempt
when all he really is
is wild?
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
