Jen Juice

Beginning to counter-culture the white walls

That only find me when I’m not looking

Oh, how I miss….

The ground –

When did it all seem to find me

Amazing graces

All the way to the spit that trickles

Down my leg

When I forget to swallow

And the fangs

Seen only when I look at the others

But why do I want to cuz

There is no miss and how I can’t figure

Out this fire door that I’m jumping through…

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