November 13

November 12, 2015

by C

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art / creative / creative writing / depression / poem / poetry / winter / writing

Tonight, a half-assed storm.
The drunk man in the lobby

slurs I don’t need this.
Enough, rain, enough—

my glass is turned over.
I’ve run out of words

to describe
the night.

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anya786 says
- November 14, 2015
Short but meaningful describing the state we all find ourselves time to time.

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- C says
  - November 19, 2015
  Often in November… 🙂
  
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Jeff Schwaner says
- November 14, 2015
You better not run out of words for anything.

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Xio.B says
- November 18, 2015
It all connects to the ending👌🏾👌🏾

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