0230

Can’t wait to leave.
All that I’ve gained is
Lost
In the shuffle of the things I’ve packed or
Forgotten
Or would
Rather
Not remember
In the first place.
After I go home, I’ll think about it more.

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About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.
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