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Poems written in D.C. Looking in a mirror after a lost evening
Who am I?
What have I done?
Why did I have to know them?
Life is full of mistakes
Full of regrets
But some of the worst come the morning after.
Oh Fuck...
Time and Moving Through It
Life is full of those. Close the door and they invite themselves in...you fill time with minutes, seconds, and what happens to you during their caterwaulings - Life...mostly dung on a stick called choices ~~A~~