AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Small things bring a smile
Lay on the bed Body like lead It’s already half past the noon Swallowing guilt For this brick wall you’ve built That blots out the sun and the moon The Doc gave you pills For the cure of these ills But you still feel like going to Confession And you cannot revive Or feel half […]
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