franklin package

my arms wide, i 
embrace the past;
i can’t move on
until i do —
the cigarettes,
the package stores,
the strikeouts and 
the hookups, too

my arms out, i 
can reach for more;
forgive my pride,
my loneliness —
and turn my eyes
towards the light,
and maybe sell myself
a little

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Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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