not the full story.A Poem by Everett Dulini was born a vagrant stripped of my identity i was about eight my parents abandoned me my younger years were spent, so introspectively asking so many questions looking for that shred of sincerity i went from home to house, house to alleyway so many strangers, who couldn't, run my cries away it's a blur now, that holds me so dearly. i cant remember birthdays, but i sure as hell remember every pleading cry. for a 15 minute break, a moment of collapse, a lesson to take, so i could ask why, and piece together whatever's left of me
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2 Reviews Added on March 6, 2025 Last Updated on March 6, 2025 AuthorEverett DulinWAAboutEverett Dulin. Might see my chapbook soon. unfortunately this site has problems ig, filler.sophical more.. |

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