Aug 2020
I've nothing left to understand
that makes this any more real
so we can both pretend it matters
living inside our life of cards.
On the wall in graffiti in the
stall I spot God's truth. We live
inside a clock. Wheels keeps turning.
Gears align. Time keeps ticking.
that makes this any more real
so we can both pretend it matters
living inside our life of cards.
On the wall in graffiti in the
stall I spot God's truth. We live
inside a clock. Wheels keeps turning.
Gears align. Time keeps ticking.
I've read some brilliant poetry on the restroom walls.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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