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eileen
Poems
Jul 2017
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my eyes are burning
when the lights reach them
i went shopping
got lots of stuff
he has his
city family
never picks up
the phone
for his own blood
children
yeah i know he
doesn't care
and i wish i could
spit out fire words
to the phone
i crawl into
a shell once
i hear his voice
i'm probably traumatized
it doesn't matter to
anyone though
because i should
learn to get up
on depressing days
and practice fake happy
no one takes anything
personal
if i was on the verge of death
we would forget about it
in a few weeks
go on with life
not even bothering
with what's going on
in our heads
pick up the phone
and hear the haunting voices
that talk problems
while having a nightmare
around 7 o clock
cracked telephone
doesn't even call me
anymore
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