1.
Rolling, one
wants a jam
stopping, spread out
to know that there was meaning to all of this
not just a rolling from the top of the hill to the bottom.
2.
One wants the
hillside to be a smoothside
jagged aches too painful
leave one broken to pieces no one wants bloody mess on the bottom.
posted by Unknown at
5:04 PM
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