This collection of poetry deals with people in relationship to each other, to our environment, and to our own minds. It's an exploration of our interactions.
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Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Wild and waste
I still smell like the last time.
I should have known then.
You used to pour me out, I'd spill all over your hands.
Keep me, babe. I'm yours.
Now
It is becoming a wilderness I hope I never wander again.
