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How is it possible to love that which I hate so much. What sort of mind-warp enables me To seethe one moment and smile the next. What eraser clears the blackboard of my anger So an hour from now it’s empty and All ready to be scrawled across again. I don’t understand why I settle for moments When what I really want is a lifetime. To be the yang to an extraordinary yin Instead of mama chicken shepherding her brood of one. Why am I above the ground when who I am Was murdered years ago. Aren’t the dead supposed to be interred? Am I a zombie of neglect and co-dependence Hulking, blind of eye and blank of soul, Across an aching painscape. ljm
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
ONE MORE TIME DOWN THE SAME OLD ROAD
How is it possible to love that which I hate so much. What sort of mind-warp enables me To seethe one moment and smile the next. What eraser clears the blackboard of my anger So an hour from now it’s empty and All ready to be scrawled across again. I don’t understand why I settle for moments When what I really want is a lifetime. To be the yang to an extraordinary yin Instead of mama chicken shepherding her brood of one. Why am I above the ground when who I am Was murdered years ago. Aren’t the dead supposed to be interred? Am I a zombie of neglect and co-dependence Hulking, blind of eye and blank of soul, Across an aching painscape. ljm
A marital rough patch in purple prose
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
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