the same songs we sing at the top
of the subway stairs
carrying our wares
carrying our
cares
we pick ourselves up
the world goes around
like there's no future
we let ourselves
down
may we keep working
through the winters of self
may gratitude blossom
so renewal can sprout
from the roots
into shoots
smokin reds
singing blues
the choices
we chose
need not be
the choices
we choose
#katyamills
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