a reminderA Poem by hypochondrita.I once told a story for my ears only claiming the world was a lonely place to be... now, no one is available to me. I guess what i’m trying to say is that a narrative always demands its pay so make sure you know which tale you’ve thrown for the world to act on so when all is said and done you’ll know how you’ve become who you’ve become. © 2021 hypochondrita |
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