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Rated: E · Other · Dark · #1422985
It's just a poem. About my current living situation.
This is where I start

There's a super man standing in my eye
Hot love fills the room, more than in hell,
and even the pigeons are gone as well.
Can't get comfortable, back always aching.
In time, I suppose, I may crawl under
the flower. Maybe then I will be happy.
But for now I am content with my dime store
ramblings and my yard sale sentiments.
Throw me some crumbs, maybe I'll
explode...or implode, or introplode if
There is such a heaven as this.
The firelight is gone, another someone's
memories hanging on the wall, another
Someone's sheets under me now.
They're comfortable enough,
pencil shavings and red hair dye aside.
But my back still aches. For where
the kin of mine thrive, only
the dead survive.
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