Wednesday, February 22, 2017

9207. UM, MAYBE SO

UM, MAYBE SO
I've walked that mile of broken glass, 
and my feet are unaffected though my
toes may be bloody. And I haven't a 
care in the world. I am wholesome 
and I am dismembered. My limp, 
remember, is not my walk. Here is
the salvage of the solace I sought.

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