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I admire how the earth's eyes only look at you.
Looks at me sometimes, with one hand covered,
and the other busies itself with something better to do.
I don't know if I can sit up straight in a pew.
Tears of self pity.
A crucifix kicked underneath the seat.
I wish I had an Alice door to compress and push my body through.
A key was there.
Sitting on the giant's size hutch,
inside the floral dish.
I keep missing every exit, every turn, in real time.
I want to prolong the disapproving looks and head shakes
a minute longer.
To think...
at one point, I was above maintained facial hair
and a shared love for vinyl stickers.
What barren cessland I turned out to be.
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ⒶndyⒶnarchy
I have to second the love for that last line...fuck. I wait with what little cash I have in hand for your book of poetry, prose and other ramblings. A gem amongst the drivel of the world.
Damn that comment was epic
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Rob
Love that last line in particular!
kind of wraps it all up in a shit tied bow. also i can't move on from the word shit lately. it's like positivity has been on my to-do list forever now. lol thanks for reading!
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