Thursday, February 8, 2018

poem T13






I can get through
the days
but the nights
have become
Posted by mittens at 12:13 PM

2 comments:

  1. Colleen Looseleaf2/08/2018 1:00 PM

    Love the tribute to 13 and the poem. For me it's the mornings when I wake up too early that are dark and foreign.

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  2. CountryDew2/08/2018 3:01 PM

    I think we've become another country. Hard to feel comfortable outside of your skin.

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