Sometimes
There are in between places
that we deem as our own
the slit angered crevices
of our own regretful drone
we often do it right
but sometimes, we do it wrong
ripping out our nametags
we opt to live in poverty
of thought and word
Climbing on the wild horse
of depression when we ought to be
forgiving ourselves instead...
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