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I Struggle Early (and Often)

There are morn-

ings when I can’t get

out of jail,

details pop,

humans strangle, cutting, leav-

ing insane self down.

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One day, the sun, the trees, and the light post marked my mood.

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This entry was posted on March 23, 2017, 6:34 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by clinock on March 26, 2017 - 3:40 am

    I hear ya my friend and remember those mornings…

    Reply

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