For nothing
I cried for nothing last night.
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Tipping
Tipping Catch it up frontSplit-second eye contactSo much stuffedIn two tiny orbs True person comes throughReacts to youSlips through your fingersBecomes someone else Ditches of painLittle space in-betweenBreath held for daysFalse smile of survival Flatfooted shufflesWorn floor of a mythStarts…
Soft is hard
Soft is hard to come by.
Riding in a Poem
The poem is a hot-air balloon.