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A dilapidated high school bathroom all white tile and despair rubbed into the grout yellower than my stained teeth There's boys ************ in the stall next to me I try to quietly read the news (of your assassination) but walls are being torn down whether I like it or not I pay the attendant in nickels and dimes when I say I'm sorry I see it's been your face this entire time I'm tired of looking for things not there You raise a single slight finger, pointed to the showers I cannot even imagine the pain held within the walls of your home I concede Closing my eyes inside this dream I use my hands to find the corners my fingers looking for a way inside I thought I found something I did. You sitting, naked, cowering hands hiding your eyes from the reality of everything unfolding before you. This sordid game of peek-a-boo.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Wet Nightmare
A dilapidated high school bathroom all white tile and despair rubbed into the grout yellower than my stained teeth There's boys ************ in the stall next to me I try to quietly read the news (of your assassination) but walls are being torn down whether I like it or not I pay the attendant in nickels and dimes when I say I'm sorry I see it's been your face this entire time I'm tired of looking for things not there You raise a single slight finger, pointed to the showers I cannot even imagine the pain held within the walls of your home I concede Closing my eyes inside this dream I use my hands to find the corners my fingers looking for a way inside I thought I found something I did. You sitting, naked, cowering hands hiding your eyes from the reality of everything unfolding before you. This sordid game of peek-a-boo.
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s-mccarthy
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s-mccarthy
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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