I fall in
flows and carves at my
insides, and I ask
myself, Who are you,
to blister away
hot dogs in
a 7-eleven? or
like humans on a
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, Purpose, Time
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#1 by clinock on June 29, 2017 - 3:02 am
I never see you in my ‘Reader’ Carl but that’s okay because then I can come looking for you, enjoying the journey. Have to say I lovvvvve ‘blistering away time…on a turquoise lake” I would feel the same about 7-11 too but I don’t eat meat and they don’t believe in Tofu Dogs in them parts…
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