my head hurts

tonight, so I will post the simple poem that’s been living on my facebook profile for awhile and refrain from any comments for now.

I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk when you are most
yourself. I imagine the houses:
It has been raining, but the rain
is done and the children kept home
have begun opening their doors.
–Robley Wilson

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