Nooses slither around necks
ever so gently, tightening...
How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...
The waltz of beauty
and the recognition of...
There are ways we talk around
her, taking shameful steps...
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Drug addict I lie to myself...
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Sometimes, it makes me mad to think I’m only 33...
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To be feared or loved...
She
closes...
Trudging over
withering plants...
Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
to his mother...
Oh Wind!
i am just a twig...
Black bull stands steaming
in the daylight...