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Rustem Keshubayev
Poems
Nov 12
****
I smell like ****
It was something I that I controlled
Turns out it was brightly lit
This knowledge hurts
I look like ****
I never knew anyone would care
I only want to cross the street
I got upset upon watching a street fair
I talk like ****
A store clerk can't understand me
Feels like I choke on my own spit
How is my life worth more than a flea
I feel like ****
Why can't everyone just ignore my decay?
There's an urge to start a rebel,
But instead I just walk to a nearest ashtray
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Rustem Keshubayev
21/M/Budapest
(21/M/Budapest)
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