the tide rises
being pulled up by dawn's
silken peach
glow over the horizon
another day in paradise, I mumble to the rents in my heart. it's not so much that I mind being the last very last because my papa always said, the meek shall inherit the earth.
in the quiet I mistook humility for shame
traded respect for acceptance
Peter is wondering when he is going to be paid
enough enough enough
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