Spoken Word: Patience, My Child

I'm waiting patiently by the intersection planted onto cold, wet marble stone, baring more bone than hypocrisy it's dizzying, revolving through the zones neglecting my phone when my mind's too gone couldn't tell you what was wrong because my crutch sits right by my clutch and I'm tight from staying up three too many nights... Continue Reading →

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