Feb 2017
Hello, little black bird, perched on my shoulder.
Back again, pecking my mind for answers.
Searching for worms in my head is like
looking for water in a sun soaked wasteland.
Back again, pecking my mind for answers.
Searching for worms in my head is like
looking for water in a sun soaked wasteland.
Some people love to run and then come back, and then have no idea what to do next, so they repeat the process.
(Elkins, WV)
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