last time I checked, you were there
misery from transgressions collated
like a country song posted for all to see
wondering were they what you sang about
not me--I packed what I brought
not caring if it broke or not
I stowed it and moved on
dwelling in past places; bad for the soul
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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