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Thank you for not asking Questions - Sept. 5, 2020


don’t look

at me like that!

drifting alone and

rudderless I’m too far

out to come back to you now

and wouldn’t know how anyway

Let a storm break

apart my foolishness

and wash those pieces back

to your feet like it always does

and thank you for not asking questions

as you put me back together


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