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Writer's pictureMyra Mihik

Cope

Updated: Apr 14, 2020

tiredly I walk in the street

creeping along on my feet

so weak


touch my palm to my fist

gripping this

shame tightly to my chest


like a bullet splitting hairs

I only think it is fair

to say if you care

doubt me if you stare


count on me for what you see

not for what you need

you will find the trees

eating their feet

till there is nothing but trends

standing between me and you

soon I'll see you soon

do you

do what you got to

do you

stay out my gap tooth

open my God

for anyone to pray too

for anyone to prey upon


he doesn't exist

so do your worse

she tried to

but couldn't get out the womb

like a tomb

for 4 million doomed

before they could see the su(o)n

or have room to be a loon

Miss Carry

told me that they were tainted

and would never make it

everything never changed did it


it was almost able to see it's faces

with its many graces

tasted a heavenly fragrance

but it was lost in the daisies

since all came lately



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