End of a Year

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm getting closer to the coast and I realise how I hate getting at a destination. Transition is always a relief to me, destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar then I'll remain in a state of perpetual freedom.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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