Today is a hard dayBrittle barkAnd scratchy dustDropping bugsThat scurryTiredness overwhelmsI slow to hurryCleaning upThe worsening messMeans breaking thingsWithin my houseMy home.
I ran from my motherI ran from what's goodI ran from myselfand all that I knewI ran in the darkI ran in the rainI ran ever onand always in painI ran from my achesI ran from my joyI ran from... Continue Reading →
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