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Ryan Seth Cole
Poems
Apr 2017
Trash Can
Paint me in black and whites. We are only as dark as the starry blue skies.
Stretching my arms ever wide, exposing my vunerable points until you stab me inside.
What commandeth you so? What exactly do you know? What gives you the right to look down on me beneath your filthy toes.
How you dangle them so, how it angers me inside that you would feel so self riotous to judge what you donot know.
You are not God. Your someone I turned to learn from, Instead you squander all my works and torment me, degrade me and affect everything around me.
You are not my friend, you are an enemy.
Written by
Ryan Seth Cole
33/M/Auburn, Georgia
(33/M/Auburn, Georgia)
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