The dam usually breaks at night.
Rarely, ever does it occur in the daylight.
But if it’s during the day,
then Billie Eilish is singing “What Was I Made For.”
Her lyrics float…
into S P A C E,
similarly, as to how I used to, on myself, dote.
Tear ducks quack.
Vocal chords crack.
The present smacks
me with all the uncomfortable facts.
I strive to whisper an optimistic thanks
to my subordinate, battling, emotional, ranks.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Your language and phrasing create a striking sense of vulnerability and honesty.
🦆🦆🦆 Creative and True
Well, it wasn't wack.