This life is so boring
Flies gather on light bulbs
And burn their legs off
I’ve spent the last hour
Rolling their bodies into the storm drain
But they keep coming
They just keep coming
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
This life is so boring
Flies gather on light bulbs
And burn their legs off
I’ve spent the last hour
Rolling their bodies into the storm drain
But they keep coming
They just keep coming
10:11pm, March 21st 2016
I should close my window, but I don't want to deny their right to death.
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