Monday

the i poem, with random punctuation. 


I wonder what I look like when I walk away
I wonder what I smell like when I breeze by you
I wonder how my nose looks from your perceptive
I wonder what my brain looks like under a microscope
I wonder what my cat thinks when I say goodbye in the morning
I wonder what my neighbors think when they hear me screaming and im the only one home
I wonder where we will be in 20 years
I wonder if ill still eat chocolate when im old
I wonder if I will enjoy the colors orange and yellow years from now
I wonder if my mother will meet my first child
I wonder if ill ever get a grip 
I wonder if anyone even reads this.

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