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                                                                 ( soft and lovely )

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If it rains again we might survive                                                

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it seems like everyone is having

Such fun

Being miserable  ......: (?)

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in the deep dark of our obliviousness

we wander in circles

Like we are chasing our ***

Like it was a mirror

And we just want to see our own face

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What I just said wasn't a very nice thing to say

But it's also not a very nice thing to watch you do

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( and also

We don't have much time left

To get our heads on straight )

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there is a dyin goin on

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when I read a love poem

I picture 2 skeletons entwined as one

Big mass of nothin at all

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such a dyin is goin on

But

Everyone is simply

Oh so  happy

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Gettin LIKED for our misery

( our artistic visions of the joys of pain )
 Jun 2015 Alexis Rose
Monika
The other day,
a man driving on the wrong side of the road
crashed into a pick up truck, killing himself instantly.
It reminds me of how you'll leave.
Lately, I've found myself drifting onto the left lane
and it makes me wonder about all of the people
that have died this way,
if they just couldn't tell their left from their right
or if they, too, were trying to go back to the past.
A ******* on the cornerstreet pole
A prisoner tatted in sleeve,
A girl and boy who lost their soul
I am them, they are me!!!

The ****** in the alley
The sickened lost and starved
The cancerous and the sicken!!

All together they come hard...

The nurse in midnight hours
The firemen in redberry truck
The bullied and innocent
The wartorn kids of greed and lust

The gangster beat in
The one stuck in sin
The demon possessed of men
The marvel sitting in the corner

The wearied, burdened and lost
The one who feel of no worth
Queens and kings at such a cost

The artist and the poet
Sit hand in hand and watch
They can see all the beauty in the pain
That the rich class forgot!!!!
Friday night,
Tis,
     How I hate thy lonesomeness!!!
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