this can't hurt me anymore
I detach and I dump in the fire
watch something like what could have been into flames
ashes that become compressed into vocabulary
comfortability
within possibilities: an Italian man, young and raw for me
I'm immune he can get no colder
The stiff ways of your eyes fixated on a hungry raw younger lovely
things but something you will miss out on a gem and diamond like this way
light the way, Oh! heed the way: before the mongrels like you *****: do you see things I do? are you missing out yet? I'll make you regret it: I wrote it
Leave me alone you're a liar: forgetter, mongrel, nothing more to you: you're a dime a dozen like the rest: my idealism has faded