I’m tearing down postersfull of words I no longer believe,and the pictures while fadedwill still stay with me long after they’re gone.Rain drenched streets look likeconcrete mirrors texturedwhere water fills gaps in the gravel.It unravels the same wayalmost every single time.We get on the wrong pageand can’t tell if it’s her world or mine.The laughing […]

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