They never read much.
When offered ten bucks for all
their books, they sold out.
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They never read much.
When offered ten bucks for all
their books, they sold out.
Dissolution is
the caterpillar’s abased
path to butterfly.
She hates her friends at
the moment. They cling, their needs
crowding out her self.
Anyone can see
she’s depressed. Crashed on the couch
sleeping beauty dreams.
My need to be first
makes me sweep away footsteps
that precede my own.
The third degree burns,
generated by love that
intense, never heal.
Juggling emotions,
we catch happiness with one hand,
sadness the other.
Drive two hours to help
two elderly parents sort
their life, then price it.