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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1723320
This is an old poem I dug up.
Thought


sometimes the air is thick with thoughts

bled down from heaven itself

that cut like knives

and leave pink scars

akin to suicide

god is sleeping

alone in his hotel room

with saturday night

weighing heavily onto sunday morning.



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