Small, Part 1

Can’t even make a list,
Without making a wish.
When I sit and think:
Where should I put this?
I put in on paper,
And let you read it.
I can’t sit by,
And build for myself.
I got to many fears,
Stored up on the shelf.
I am making reservations,
Calling and changing them.
Burning backwards and burning
For You again.

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