You
It’s not entirely too cold out today and
I take comfort in the fact that if I told you to come over right now;
you would come over, right now.
There are towers of people that look down on me
surrounding my home and the places I sleep
you are bigger than me, you are not better. You are not
anything.
Better than the sky that falls on days
when I cannot handle myself among thieves.
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