February 2012
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I Am Placing Too Much On Your Shoulders
I put on my boots and I went looking for
God or myself or a reason
And I found you instead.
2012.
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Irony and the Inconsistent
Fear of being here meeting
Bone meeting muscle meeting flesh pounding the ground
Round corners, down streets,
Refusing to still,
Gasping out
I just need someone
Who won’t run away.
2012.