leaves are barely breathing
fall is sweeping through
city lights glisten
yet i am not moved
while your mind is lit
thoughts clear as day
i sit in the dark
my dreams swept away
Miss Bossy Pants
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“Go to the party”, the voice urged me.
One of tens or maybe hundreds of voices overlapping in my psyche; this was
my Bossy Pants voice.
Not to be conf...
6 years ago
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