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soviet-happy

written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

 

a small cut
on my upper lip
is bleeding
nothing to

stop the flow
it runs
into my mouth
as I walk

down the hallway
past blind corners
to the restroom
to clean up

in China,
I walked
past an alley
ballerinas

were standing
a la seconde
fouette
plie

sissonnne
the clouds
thick with soot
black rain

drops
falling in
my open palm
grimy

with wet ash

James Gabriel

James Gabriel

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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