mirage

mirage

A Poem by cricket
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exhausted

"
i need a place to lay my head
every bed is made of nails
i couldn’t rest if i tried
i don’t know how much longer
i can walk
when my legs give out
will you be the last thing i see,
my beautiful mirage?

© 2022 cricket


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Added on May 1, 2022
Last Updated on May 1, 2022
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cricket
cricket

Bloomington , IN



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