Now.
Love always,
7.06.2015
070615 2109
sometimes when i wake up
it is like the first step out of bed is
onto broken glass and gravel.
i must remember to fight.
i can choose to wear shoes
or i can wait until the soles of my feel
are tough and calloused and accustomed.
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