Brooklyn, Brooklyn
take me in
are you aware the shape I'm in?
Sometimes I forget, that I ran so fast to get here. That I stood shivering at the door and begged to be let in, and that I was. Sometimes I get lost in the Mundane Mondays and errands, and I miss that I am in the Promised Land. Grateful to take it for granted.
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