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T R S
Poems
Sep 2019
Placement
Grazing in the hell hills,
I stumbled about a sticky situation.
Mumbling.
Making a mole hill out of ant barracks.
It's true.
I shouldn't stare at the sun.
So, instead
Let us run an artificial operation.
Maybe, let's mention
just how sterile of a horrorshow life showed, and should be what it should be.
Stumbling around...
Still.
Holding still in a coffee shop.
It's not what I hold.
And It's not what I have.
It's not even anchored in my soul,
but still I can NOT stop.
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T R S
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