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My Sadness is Old - Dec. 30, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 30, 2022
  • 1 min read

from an upbringing

of pushing little sorrows down

into a container

long filled to the brim


it’s when a leak springs

a day like today comes


something no explanation

therapy or support will help

for the trickle will self-seal

in time


if not

I’m a decent plumber


I know how to shut it off

 
 
 

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