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Aug 2020
I get sadder than my usual sad
I get nervous-er than my usual nervous
I tremble like… a sad nervous person

When I’m anxious, the poetry abandons me
Just like I want to abandon me
My feet stick but my head floats

U p & a w a y
See, there she goes, that girl
Her head always in the ****** clouds
Check on your compassionate friends, the givers, the helpers. We might not be doing okay.
Kelly Scanlon
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Kelly Scanlon
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