It is too late tonight to sit and stare
Syncopated heartbeats waning like snare
Never had rhythm, nothing’s given
So when the night comes, hold me like prayer
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National Poetry Month, 2017. Day 3, a gwawdodyn
Writer. Poet. Music Lover. Vinyl Enthusiast.
Currently working on Playlist: A Memoir
Writing and performing as much as I can in Grand Rapids, MI
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