Tuesday, November 8, 2016

from p.4 on Mon., 11/7

Drowned in homework
yet blindsided by time.

Greeted by the first
cold breeze.

Entitled to obligations
that stare straight
into our eyes.


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Glued into my
mind
like a bad taste
in your mouth.

Scarred and
tarnished
never unseen.


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A little more than
wanted,
a little less than
needed,
I am no longer
who I want to be.

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