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The day leaves

drops and splashes

on my glasses,

clouding my views,

My jacket, being my shield

defends not my hands, cold as

My dog wonders

why we’ve stopped

shakes himself off

then continues

as if the day were dry




My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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