I don’t know where or how.
Somewhere along the line—
In these 25 days,
And on this busted road…
Perseverence.
So I began to look
For other things
But I kept picking up
Ones that were broken.
Because it’s hard to let go of your old self.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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