November 5 2013

Stacy JacksArt By: Stacy Jacks

 

My lungs

Are chaste and hollow

They welcome neither

Breath nor elocution

I find my prayers

Pernicious

For they not whom

They beseech

Worst of all

No matter

How unsound

The inquiry

I find, invariably,

That it comes

To pass

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In 3 days I turn 33!

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