sit in circles sick and sacred.
emotionally pushed from pen to pavement.
third time's a charm my feline favorite.
i worked weird weak i wish she'd save it.
awkward hands called out her cadence.
a female firm last name not jetson.
i had a hole i wish she slept in.
waited too long and missed the message.
now we don't know and i'm complacent.
she's reached new heights
forgave forgiveness.
fuck fists i'm fine
all fear and friend less.
there is a girl
a once could have been.
old man fear crawled up and crept in.
i no longer know nor care to listen.
she was a picker.
i'm still a peasant.
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