the water from the metal pipe
that's in my new room with my new walls
where i've hung my things and myself out
to dry in a wet room
that pipe took me right where i used to be
and i see now for years i've been worse than me
i've been 1, 10, 8, 9 and 3
two thousand plus ways to expose myself
to no one good place
that cold pipe is filling me up with the worst
greenest, grayest, knocked out bits
watering the salted plants
nothing is different unless you make yourself be
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
the water from the metal pipe
that's in my new room with my new walls
where i've hung my things and myself out
to dry in a wet room
that pipe took me right where i used to be
and i see now for years i've been worse than me
i've been 1, 10, 8, 9 and 3
two thousand plus ways to expose myself
to no one good place
that cold pipe is filling me up with the worst
greenest, grayest, knocked out bits
watering the salted plants
nothing is different unless you make yourself be
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