words

white flowers on dead leaves

flowers on dead leaves

What are you doing out here?
What do you mean what am I doing out here?

What I mean is…its 230am on a sunday,

all the happy people are at home,

sleeping, wrapped tightly in their sugar-coated dreams.

So, poor little penny,  what are you doing out here?

I am none of those things. 

-park

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