the lint
you carry
and cannot see
stays
on the black
sweater
the entire
day.
it's a part
of you
that you
cannot reach
no matter how
limber
you've made
yourself
with books
and prayer.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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