February 28, 2020
a poet's playground, alternate avenues, reflective healing
i fell asleep in the middle of a day dream
i was hanging upside down trying to drown my sorrows my legs wrapped tightly around a limb
only to hear
damn my back might never be the same and now a different sore fills my
This is so beautifully written. I am moved to tears thinking of special people no longer present. Thank you.
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