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Stumblebum Fumbletongue
Poems
Oct 2017
Hallways
I have
Plopped
my tired
aching
body
down
onto the
ice-cold
speckled
floor.
My bony back
pushes
in to the
yellowish-brown
hard
stone
wall
it is also
cold.
I sit
peacefully,
awaiting the
arrival of
anybody..
nobody...
I grow
numb
#numb
#waiting
#observing
#surrender
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