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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
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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