i saw a car crash
today
on my way to school.
people werecrying
and were shocked
and were mourning
and i thought
"why is it never
the people who want to die
who are killed
tragically?"
-k.d.
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life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.