Sitting here thinking about
what coulda shoulda woulda been
and
what can’t shan’t and won’t be
because what may have been promises are now
promises that maybe shouldn’t have been promised
words that shouldn’t have been spoken
lacking volume and substance behind them
they have no weight
blowing away in the strong winds of life
like discarded plastic bags
littering the trees
next time I’ll ask for paper instead…
Inside the Shell 
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