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Sep 2013
I want to be dark and brooding like
Charles Bukowski
tortured
depressed
pragmatic
I want the cold hands of certainty
or rather, uncertainty
to grab me by the neck and
drag me into a poetic
comatose

I want to sell my soul
and lose my sanity.
I guess I'm already half way there.
Hannah Elizabeth
Written by
Hannah Elizabeth  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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