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Ridiculously self- pressured, hopelessly (and unsuccessfully) in love for three years, and scared to write the things that matter. And that’s me on a good day . Good luck.

Message to Readers

I’m open to any feedback you’re gracious enough to give me. Good or bad, I want to hear it so that I can improve.


January 28, 2021


A blurry figure on the road 
Walks a warped path to her abode
Umbrella held straight overhead
The fading sun glows amber red
Behind her hair she tucks a pin
The wind whips up as she begins
To spin and spin and spin and spin!
Until the storm lets her go through-
And she walks home, like me or you.


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