Updated: Aug 7, 2021

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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