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I think I’ll need more. I’m feeling stuck like a bird. In a paper cage.
G. Pearson
Watch her run away Tapping into the doorway Una fantasma
I smell the tempest I was tossed once, knowing salt Now I crave quiet
All the good seats gone… Nothing for my munchies—damn! Prof shouts, “Morning class!”
Smoke billows—neck rests Lungs expand & catch fire I’m set for success
Don’t track the movements By the smoke left in the sky With your mainland mind
My habits chewed me. Up & Out my high and lows. I reclaimed the loop
Nothing left to do Fingers itch to move, but don’t Retirement sucks
the ab***** ones know how to hold a woman i should stop talking
‘Things will have to change If you want me in your life’ -Last Conversation