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Oct 2015
people ****.
i grew up too fast.
and lost my favorite shoes on the walk back home
to georgia

       daddy said he didn't want me to come home
and momma' said she's leaving him for some other man
with more hair
   and money

and i,
         i've been waiting too long to see the sunrise
  it's been a few days since it's all really dawned on me

that

i

cant get away from
                  this
place.


i tripped on a pebble and broke my neck as i was writing this sentence
what a funny place the world is
when you see it
    upside down.


it was raining on
my walk back home to georgia
and i was running on exhaust fumes.
and might i say the condensation on car windows really does
come in handy
when you need to evaporate
from everyones elses
existence


please
just
don't shake your fists at god
when  i get home
and
leave footprints
on your canary yellow tile floor

i didn't mean to leave in such haste.
i'll tell you i'm sorry if that's what i think you want to hear.

just two thousand eight hundred and eighty seven more miles to go
and there will be
dinner on the table
when i get home
the legs wobbly  
and the floor caving in
and
that is how i will remember this place..

but
   mom made chili tonight

i hate chili
it
always reminded me of dog meat
and for that i curse this world.
Kill me slowly
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Kill me slowly
808
   Robin Medina, Raven and SPT
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