Weather beaten slacks
The road more traveled
Mud up the calfs
Red raw hands
And the hair that never stays put
Yet this won’t end
Not yet
The journey you take
Doesn’t stop
When you feel you do.
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Abigail Pearson is a 23-year-old queer writer of novels and poetry. Most recently she has published a poetry collection titled Maybe (Not) Her, which explores the the themes of bisexuality and polyamory. Other work by Abigail has been published Pussy Magazine and Moonchild Magazine. You can find her on twitter @whimsywriter3
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