Out-of-OrderA Poem by DecentlyOkayWriterpeople need an out-of-order signsometimes I wonder if people need an out-of-order sign just like a broken vending machine because they can't give you anything it's not their fault they're broken inside whether it's from misuse or overworked they can't work until a special person or thing fixes them from the inside, makes their ears ring or maybe someone will bring them to the junkyard when they believe that the best thing to do is discard but someone will save them there, wipe their tears and wash their hair they'll draw stars on that out-of-order sign, say it's temporary, they'll be fine and when they're ready, they'll help take it off, ready for the adventures that this person will bring when the person is no longer the equivalent of a broken vending machine
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Added on April 2, 2024Last Updated on April 2, 2024 AuthorDecentlyOkayWritermy soul is in, NYAboutStuck up a creek without a paddle, trying my best until I can't try anymore . . . they/them, one of the youngins more.. |

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