Is there an end to things? Can you feel it?
Rounded and smooth or
jagged as though broken off
roughly, or in anger?
Maybe it’s just a butt
trodden on outside some
seedy joint from which
I am excluded.
Is there an end to things? Can you feel it?
Rounded and smooth or
jagged as though broken off
roughly, or in anger?
Maybe it’s just a butt
trodden on outside some
seedy joint from which
I am excluded.
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