Poetry For Everyday People

Monday

I can't kiss
this place anymore
I'll smile through
pain but I won't kiss
this place anymore,

my stamps can't
reach my envelops,
my words tied,
as I work to free
them, us,

sometimes walking
home alone is the
best part of the
day.


















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