alas i have reached the pinnacles of the circumstances that follow solitude
do i look for solace in darkness?
is my mood based on the expression i feel like displaying on my face?
does discussion only ignite the percussion of the heart?
am i too far behind to believe i could ever be at the beginning of the race?
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
