Alyssa Jacobson Poems

Yesterday we were so close
Now we are no longer
I feel like I did something wrong
Like somehow i'm a monger
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Staring up the barrel of a loaded question
What is the meaning de tu vida?   

Spinning out of control but strapped in too tightly
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As the wind blows through my hair
And the raindrops pelt my face,
I listen to the preacher and
Avoid her pale white face
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