Poems from AlabamaShelbs
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Go ahead.
Kick me while I'm down.
I'm already familiar with the taste of rock bottom.
The building block of heartache.
The corner...
How happy am I to call my friend.
To hear the voice of someone who cares.
Friend says. "I only have two friends"
"friend one,"
"and...
I want to tell the stars that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the nights I couldn't see.
The nights they couldn't see me.
Jealous clouds often...
How rich have I made my unhappiness.
Quite richer than most men among me I presume.
And what of the currency do I so freely give?
It varies...
Are you so invested in the easment of your own internal quarrel
that you've gone so far as to project your disposition on the fate of...