the narrow way.
to keep me from
spouting off
on worthlessness and wordlessness
and how everytime i walk down to park and sherman
toward my swingset, i
think to myself i hope nobody speaks to me
and they never do
no
they never will
and i
wonder what that means, then that i
hope so hard
nobody’s even thinking i might be beautiful
::::
i want somebody to entertain.
i just had to say…and i’m still awe struck by mind’s (en)lightening…that this has described quite a few of my nights while living here. whatever blesses you, bless’ya
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That would be quite easy to find, my dear.
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weren’t you 16 a while back?
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