Paper and Dust

The awkward
and insane,
creeping along
just to talk to you
while someone else
has gone missing.
Looking into places
where there are no signs,
only the sad rubble
of what’s collected
from years
of a soft cool breeze.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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