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Walking Bones – a poem
How can people do that? How can they walk right pass you And don’t speak? Even when I say hello, how’re you doing? They just look at me Am I a ghost or in some form of Invisibility? I know I may not mean nothing to you But if I A simple girl Have the proper decency to Give you notice, To give you some form of existence Then why can’t you Show some in return? What have I done to you? I wake up in the morning- -Thank you Jesus- And start my day with a smile Across my face New h
Oct 18, 2023
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