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Scom Newbold Jul 2018
Static
My head radio static
Even though you’re doing well
Even though I thought I ruined you
Now I know
Yet
Radio static

Stations
My head scanning radio stations
Picking up on all the conversations we had
The fights, the love, the joy, the pain, all the time's blood spilt
Now I know
But
I’m scanning through stations

Despair
My head Despair FM
Playing the pains and mistakes on repeat
Never stopping Causing me to lacerate and punish
And now I know
Alas
Still playing Despair FM
I kinda ruined this poem for myself by screaming it drunk at a party, oh well

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