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Nov 2013
He asked to get inside my head
Well truthfully I loured him in
No, I pleaded for him to come in
Maybe he'd help clean up the disaster
Left behind by the men before him
Left behind by all who had visited
And most importantly
The damage I caused myself
Oh poor me, no poor him
I had second thoughts
But it was too late
He was already inside
I was surprised when he entered
I mean at his reaction upon entry
He had nothing but compliments
Oh what a lovely place he said
Looking around quite pleased
Was he just trying to be nice
Did he not see the wreck it really was
I showed him the dust under the couch
The various holes in the walls
Stained carpets, shattered mirrors
I didn't need to show him the trash
It was visible enough, everywhere
Ash trays, Beer cans, mice traps,
***** laundry, mouldy pizza
Why did I take him inside
I knew the state this place was in
Was I that lonely, that desperate
He replied with a smile
It gives the place character
I apologized, ashamed
He smiled again
I wish you saw the beauty here
The beautiful disaster
Amabilis Lucidus
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Amabilis Lucidus
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   ---, Ady, --- and Ahmad Cox
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