Sometimes, I am unfinishedSometimes, I am unfinished.
Even when I am content,
there’s an air of sadness&
The words carry and linger
like questions unsatisfiedly answered.
I take progress in
stairs and steps,
Knowing that
“I’m getting the hell
out of here”
Quoth Summer bailing
at the height of Autumn.
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Been mixing up (life, and beer before..)As
some people mix up magic (black, or white doesn’t matter)
with dinosaur, science, hopes and those Jerry Lewis
Marathons. |
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