Have you ever noticed
That people love to write their
Own names?
In the fog on the car window
With a stick in the dirt
On plain paper with a pretty pen.
Laying claim to something
Through the sheer movement
Of words on a surface.
I really like that about people.
-a.w
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Onism
PoetryOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
