The way I see myself

This breaks me every time,
the look i’ve seen everywhere,
but only on my own face,
like I were conspiring  against
everything I’ve ever known
dropping my hands
down into my pockets
just for the chance to float way.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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