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January 31st Present

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Ode to the road

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Ode to the road

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On the precipice of sleep

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On the precipice of sleep

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The descent of Tuesday

I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…


