February 2012
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By Nichole Boles
You sit on your porch, eyes glazed
Mouth weak, lips quivering;
I’m not like you, you’re thirsty for me to conform;
You maintain a routine,
Living on borrowed time;
You hide behind expensive things,
Seemingly sane;
You greet with a smile,
but keep to yourself;
You live in fear,
Only to feel safe;
Your life has one track,
You go to get by;
I live for...