COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Poem
I wasn't born for anything.
Wasn't born to say anything.
I am just here until I am gone.
Doing stuff in between those bookends.
Like writing pointlessly.
And falling in love endlessly.
Hoping there is more to this world.
Hoping maybe I can find it.
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