I follow myself around my flat,
feeding the time
my contemplations;
it’s already dark by 3 in the afternoon.
I carry my turmoil
with pins in my pockets,
i keep my hands inside.
Depression boils
all my frozen insides,
makes them bland
and chewable.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
I follow myself around my flat,
feeding the time
my contemplations;
it’s already dark by 3 in the afternoon.
I carry my turmoil
with pins in my pockets,
i keep my hands inside.
Depression boils
all my frozen insides,
makes them bland
and chewable.
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