Nov.
By hazydaisy
Nov. The wind beats the birds
Off the branches. Stop. Sleep stiff
On the sidewalk. Stop.
I put my own fist through my soft spot. Stop.
Sank it straight through the drywall.
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Copyright 2015 clockwork
Published on Wednesday, February 11, 2015.
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On Monday, January 14, 2019, Jonas Robinson
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Clever images. I often think those thoughts myself from time to time. :)
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On Saturday, December 29, 2018, Divine hell
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I like this
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On Friday, December 21, 2018, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
Like telegrammatic genius.