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Sep 8
The deep-set abhorrence
Of standing aloneβ€”
Where is it from?
I stand on dead grass
Staring dead eyes in the face in the glass reflecting off my screen.
I look mean, dead angry eyes and my brows too darkβ€”
I look mean;
mean and alone.
On dead grass in dumb boots
Waiting for too many factors
To change
Before telling myself
To move on.
Strung
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Strung
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   Fawn
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