I Write Poetry!
Here's one now!
Hanging Presents
I'm still leaving artistry behind
so I can find something new
without stopping myself
from crying to you on the phone
as my dwindling
dwindles down to nothing
and the tapped wires
begin to share their secrets
I'll make sure that you're watching me
from the house next door
or the next street over
in this horrible neighborhood
when the rocks start to crumble
down my atmosphere
and the children begin leaving
so you can hold your own legs up
I
will
be
laughing
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