My shrink left too
She said it can be done
I said I want to live on coffee and strangers
In places I don't belong
But I wonder
Is this your upswing now?
In the Valley of Wires
I can always pick the prize
You strange storm of a person
Came rolling in from the West
To mess up my death, But
I will gladly be your mirror
Reflecting back whatever it is you want to be
I have a gift to give souls buoyancy
Even while mine drowns
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
My shrink left too
She said it can be done
I said I want to live on coffee and strangers
In places I don't belong
But I wonder
Is this your upswing now?
In the Valley of Wires
I can always pick the prize
You strange storm of a person
Came rolling in from the West
To mess up my death, But
I will gladly be your mirror
Reflecting back whatever it is you want to be
I have a gift to give souls buoyancy
Even while mine drowns
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