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Alone lonely nothing happening which matters nothing left from which to shatter the jester's tear ducts are apparently dry noe more blood with which to cry supposed to be dead once more as has happened all those times before I can still feel her hear her sense her just there the gentle scents in her hair this world is very not fair she's barely beyond my fingertips so close whispering to my lips oh wait that was years ago or maybe months from now or so I Noe nothing anymore except that mt soul is sore wait, did she ask my name I was just late, I still cared if she came that was actually the only important part for this night or the current version of my heart nevermind it's noe longer mine to find I guess I gave up that right I seem to have forfeited the fight I remember some stars and a sliver of a silver moon we were walking on some silken sand in our 2nd favorite month of June her eyes her eys never seen anything like those eyes have you ever lost and found yourself in those eyes tired mired in tired and as I exhale yet another breath I hear the familiar laughter of Death old acquaintance, this Death fellow far from our first hello his reality has long been with me usually decades too early they leave...I stay they ******* die...I've yet to go away seriously, they always ******* die i'm Midas except not gold, die they cease to exist I somehow persist they were pure souls I'm merely a pure spirit my Father's father was an ******* deserved his place in a 6 foot hole My Father was a Better Man than I although I Really Do Try and some say I'm better than I think live my memory dreams and tell me what you think I'm kind there is sweetness in this mind kitties doggies and bunnies love me **** it tomorrow will surely be another day and I have a cool pool
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
new poem, strong voice 4-29-20
Alone lonely nothing happening which matters nothing left from which to shatter the jester's tear ducts are apparently dry noe more blood with which to cry supposed to be dead once more as has happened all those times before I can still feel her hear her sense her just there the gentle scents in her hair this world is very not fair she's barely beyond my fingertips so close whispering to my lips oh wait that was years ago or maybe months from now or so I Noe nothing anymore except that mt soul is sore wait, did she ask my name I was just late, I still cared if she came that was actually the only important part for this night or the current version of my heart nevermind it's noe longer mine to find I guess I gave up that right I seem to have forfeited the fight I remember some stars and a sliver of a silver moon we were walking on some silken sand in our 2nd favorite month of June her eyes her eys never seen anything like those eyes have you ever lost and found yourself in those eyes tired mired in tired and as I exhale yet another breath I hear the familiar laughter of Death old acquaintance, this Death fellow far from our first hello his reality has long been with me usually decades too early they leave...I stay they ******* die...I've yet to go away seriously, they always ******* die i'm Midas except not gold, die they cease to exist I somehow persist they were pure souls I'm merely a pure spirit my Father's father was an ******* deserved his place in a 6 foot hole My Father was a Better Man than I although I Really Do Try and some say I'm better than I think live my memory dreams and tell me what you think I'm kind there is sweetness in this mind kitties doggies and bunnies love me **** it tomorrow will surely be another day and I have a cool pool
ohnoe
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
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