The poems I write confuses me. I know I purposely speak in metaphors so my future-self won't remember, but nothing seems to make sense without context.
3/3/14
The world tossed you up to the sky,
caught you before you landed on the cold pavement,
and threw you down the rabbit hole.
caught you before you landed on the cold pavement,
and threw you down the rabbit hole.
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