Poem - Sage Inks

Twenty Twenty....It Doesn’t Matter new year’s eve and the streets are loud without me lights spill out of bars like they forgot to invite someone music thumps through walls meant for everyone else walking past laughing mouths counting down counting drinks counting each other no one looks long enough to notice i’m here or maybe they do and decide i’m just part of the cold i move through shoulders through noise through smoke and glitter like i’m already gone a ghost with hands in his pockets wa...

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