Sadness comes in under your shoes
and you leave it
when you're gone.
You want me
but I am nothing
I cannot blink when you get here
cannot breathe
in case you leave
I cannot breathe
in case you leave
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this is about the place under your watch that never sees the sun
kind ones' faces
About Me
- Amy McPherson
- Writing is the space that you need to make sense of things. Like gaps between words...not necessary but very helpful.
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