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decided why waiting, my name, my curse, my retrocognition, last week, was sore-spent, from abusing discontinuation, retribution, lovers who took more, too much, left contentedly, not looking back over their shoulder, at the wasted wake left behind, nothing to them just was their “been here, now, just a hereafter” remainder reminder can’t believe I’m writing, in these blues lyrics electrified, my ribs, plucked like guitar strings for “pic”ing demand wailing, my own hereafter starts now, past days eradicated, freshened up, these aren’t the days of reminiscing, these are the days of  no más! of my hereafter, now I understand, did not know how, clarity arrived but now will love only in equality, no worshiping, no portraits to be admired  hanging on hallway walls, got rollers and pan, repainting walls crazy whites, starting again, coming out today, the hiding separated, put in trash bags on the street, for takeaway in crazy notions, commencing my hereafter, is inviting you, join me, improve my cadence, my rhymes, finish my sentences, with periods of laughter, commas of words of perfect additions, waiting no more, from here after and ever more so, my name hereafter, is now my retrofitted futures, no longer waiting...
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
my hereafter starts now (my name, my curse!)
decided why waiting, my name, my curse, my retrocognition, last week, was sore-spent, from abusing discontinuation, retribution, lovers who took more, too much, left contentedly, not looking back over their shoulder, at the wasted wake left behind, nothing to them just was their “been here, now, just a hereafter” remainder reminder can’t believe I’m writing, in these blues lyrics electrified, my ribs, plucked like guitar strings for “pic”ing demand wailing, my own hereafter starts now, past days eradicated, freshened up, these aren’t the days of reminiscing, these are the days of  no más! of my hereafter, now I understand, did not know how, clarity arrived but now will love only in equality, no worshiping, no portraits to be admired  hanging on hallway walls, got rollers and pan, repainting walls crazy whites, starting again, coming out today, the hiding separated, put in trash bags on the street, for takeaway in crazy notions, commencing my hereafter, is inviting you, join me, improve my cadence, my rhymes, finish my sentences, with periods of laughter, commas of words of perfect additions, waiting no more, from here after and ever more so, my name hereafter, is now my retrofitted futures, no longer waiting...
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36/M/from round, outback
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
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