November 9

Mon, 11/10/2014 - 09:42 -- kmw1995

I once answered

(foolishly: truthfully)

what was my biggest fear.
Then I watched 
the shingles built around myself
fall
and blueprints built
new homes
in which I could roam.
There was more of the same,
but I still felt alone.
(Adventure never
did find me.)

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