Temper

I lost my temper.

I have not found him.

I slip through my day.

I don’t make a dent.

It’s not all about me, is it?

With less weight,
Those who lose their
Tempers
Travel faster.

At the end of a cough
I found myself on the
Rough-hewn coast
In the home
I wanted.

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