Poem 10: ha ha

No more wallowing
Or myth swallowing
Paint again tomorrow’s plan
Brighter far from sorrow’s man
Build a web to catch what falls
Beneath the house with broken walls
I promise to find joy regardless
Of any girl or boy (those bastards)

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