yeah

yeah

A Poem by But,itis,theend

I've got nothing
just all the burning questions
what is it like
to stop toiling
in world affairs
famine and
death, change.
only little ones
and family
meetings and stores
"wouldn't this be nice for"
no less real
than my
fairy tale
of burning alone

© 2018 But,itis,theend


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But,itis,theend
But,itis,theend

Hyannis, MA



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Good place to let it fly. I wish only to let it go. more..

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