4.29.19

The magical mixture Of hindsight And progress.

4.27.19

Copper coins, Found in the rain, Glitter through a glare Of tears And rain water. Their heads turned up, Their tails turned down, And my tail between my legs As I walk home. I am unfortunately, fortunate to find A trail of empty riches, A path of pennies In this time of heartache.

4.14.19

In the Fall, I let go of you As the trees let go of Their leaves. My heartbeats echo your name And as the air becomes crisp and cold I fall into a well of dispair. I sleep until noon I hibernate and embrace My personal winter.

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