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February 1, 2018
Dear World;
I saw a headline today.
A sad truth typed across white canvas.
Staring at my screen, the fluorescent sun of my singular universe, I urge the words to float away.
Hey, sup? Shadowed by a name, while trotting
on by, in a courtyard, down a hallway;
passing by someone. It’s a saluting
sailor or the tipping of a beret.
It’s over in a heartbeat, but what if
Sometimes,
letting go seems necessary,
like I have no other choice
but to let my fears and problems-
swallow me whole.
Sometimes,
I'd look in the mirror
and study myself hard,
