aimless
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I have a hole in my right breast?
What can feel it?
Money, tenderness, the coo
of a three-month old child?
Can conversing with the cold
wind, an old acquaintance
I'm that weird girl that sits in the back
The quieter you are the less attention you attract
Though I'm not the only one who would rather it dark
At times I find those with that same unique heart
The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio
Static
Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor.
Too tired to turn it off
too worn down to search for a signal.
So, resigned, I sit
