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Sep 2019
Another black coffee night, getting ready to spin out in ruts and potholes, new goals, spent in sketchbooks of scribbles

Little, off the end, severed, running fast to catch up, knife end ketchup dumb **** pull the trigger

You're bigger now, return to sender, how do I find you and take what you took from me

Silence is all I could see for see for so long, the darkest part right before dawn

Pushed and molded little pawn, strategy gone, **** the rules, only thing that rules is fire superiority

Roaring, please, hold this plunging blood pressure in check, pharmaceutical single serve select

Come correct if you come at all, hear that tree fall in the wilderness, the gentle caress of wind screaming wrong way

One day we just stop being, it will be so freeing, to finally shut off the hardware, gently left there, to accumulate flowers
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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