Stumblebummy
my life has been one
long trip hazard
always bound to end up in a
bed filled with night splints
tendons sheared off right by those companion bones
running at the ground sucker keeps
moving tied up with plaster pills the adulation
of determination at the
end when
I breast that
finish tape we all
fall down
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