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October 24, 2019

Patience, where art thou?

Like a mailbox, people await empty for your crown now.

Maybe a letter from her, a check to eat dinner.

A simple plan to keeping waiting.

I’ll trying better thoughts because the emotions are degrading.

A mood is meant for people to move.

Do it with all your heart to behoove.

A voice in mind with sound.

Understanding most people need context.

For an audience, honestly we cry not to rhyme.

But sound in sight influences every stripe.

GoFundMe for the people must type.

On the other hand, a lonely writer who needs a touch.

AMhustling daily for jobs — that aint’ so tough.

Embracing the words one can’t predict.

But good comes often with patience.

Another word for a plan I write to finish it.

Slow as bamboo through growth just wait on it.


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Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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