He walks into me
with no reguard for personal space
he settles down
falls asleep
for years
sleeping through
screaming
crying
laughing
to be awaken by
the sound of a feather
slamming to the ground
He replays for me
his conception and creation
Holding on tight
for this bumpy ride
Reason for writing:
Regret
Birth sign: Aquarius
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