Moving

Moving

A Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562

The keen rush to the races
But to where?
All directions, everywhere.
If it spills, there is no recovering
Too late, it all needs to go.
Bitterness
Well it's your own fault for not doing things on time

© 2026 Sad Unc Days 3562


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Added on January 3, 2026
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Sad Unc Days 3562
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Finally cracked, and the pain is spilling forth is this a good thing? more..