I don’t know how clear I can be,
for you to be able to see,
That for any faults you could find,
and the extra ones…
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If the earth was flat,
and you could dig to the depths,
what do you suppose,
would we find…
There’s so many stories to tell,
more than I have the letters to spell,
More than I could possibly write,
and there’s no end…
It’s a holiday today,
in some places,
near and far away,
And many like me…
If it comes,
or if it goes,
If it stays…
Sometimes you just gotta
sit on the floor
and know there’s nowhere
further down
to go
pain I’ve found
answers pain
in the morning
yellow streaks in the hip
at night
a dull cement gray
numbing pain I feel
though I do not feel my right leg
only a smothering gray blob
Sometimes I answer
without knowing
why
and I question later
anniversary
chief
vegetable
fruit
rhetoric
doubt
twice is too much
you see
I hear it
rattle and roll
inside my brain
cavern echoes
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