Quirk
Choosing my voice
started early ---
ineradicably me
despite sporadic
efforts to be liked
and constant pressure
to squelch my quirks.
I chose booze over baseball,
and Dylan T over hooking up.
I was intense and solitary.
Lonely and gregarious.
I talked to ghosts and autumn leaves.
I was a whirlwind. I was far from ordinary.
Poetry by A Bard with No Name

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Written on 2025-09-15 at 07:39




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