rubber spinning on sidewalks for twenty minutes at a time
on my voyage at near dark for a change of scenery
found a couple boxcars just for another place to cry
bet the sky thinks the fucking coolest of me.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
