What To Do Poem by Jeremy Blake Rich

What To Do



It shouldn't be this hard to stay fallen in love.
Excuses I have made shouldn't number so high.
Gathering my clothes in a pile.
This is the dance of breaking up to make up.
These steps are the reason my soles hurt.
They are the reason my soul hurts.

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Jeremy Blake Rich

Jeremy Blake Rich

Recife, Brasil
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