telling you frankly, i can’t be more stressed
out of all i remember yesterday, a mirroring
silhouette barely holding of
up the day i wished
i was home
to metaphors and alliterations that cause frustration
that make people question and quirk
but not in the way these papers make me
i want symbols and lines that tango past
blank sheets of write me scribbles of free
gliding home
because to see is to see
words oh but words
they see you
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