EMPTY STOMACH

turn arounds

where roads end

like poor decisions

and empty pockets

where dreams

the size of

mountains

fall from the sky

melting into

an ocean

under a moon

where

new roads

fail to create

change

from unaccepting

disapproving eyes

while repressing

sadness

and an empty

stomach


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