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Feb 2019
I like to smoke,
which is to say I keep
my head high and my
eyes low

I'm scared of bugs
at times
which is to say I remember
the days that
butterflies
were birthed from my throat

you told me never to come back
which is to say if your
heart aches like a prayer
you'll always
find your way home

and I'm always on time;
which is to say I remember
the days
I was stuck
waiting for you
random burst of inspiration upon waking up this Saturday, luckily I now bring a journal wherever I go so it was painless to rally up my thoughts and create this little bird of a poem.
Mars
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Mars  21/F/michigan
(21/F/michigan)   
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