spoke up to words and wanting and flower
holiday happy come soon
want to breath
used to run
like to fun
and everything reflects
i wish i had a haiku
what i believe in surely do you flavor
signing papers nakedly aware
understanding
please be
are we
after everyone has left
i wish i had a blanket
it was never cold enough we coughed
so did yesterday obviously
nothing original
triumphantly
reluctantly
following suit case
i wish i had a teleporter
we walked humbly across the page
sifting through the flowers
wandering for acorns
no feeding
no bleeding
i found a shower
i wish i had a ...
Charcoal piece by Vinnie Bailey. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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