I don't have a job anymore.
I can't sleep, and I can't turn off my brain.
I hate what they did to me.
I've lost hope in human decency and trust.
A few tylenol pms should do the trick, lets hope.
Thursday Poem - Things to Believe In
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trees, in general; oaks, especially;
burr oaks that survive fire, in particular;
and the generosity of apples
seeds, all of them: carrots like dust,
wing...
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