It Still Hurts Though
I feel like texting poems likehow I guess you sextthe potential friendon the screen…You can see what’s next:My companion: imagination.My comfort: non-existent.Another wandering pathof pitiful persistence.I’m sorry for myselflying alone in bedstaring at my phonesideling pillow ‘neath my head yet this is but a slice of lifecompounded to a wholecreststroughsvalleysmountains depressions suck and pull I’m […]
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