Despair,
I don't like
you very well.
You don't suit
my clothes or my cigarettes.
Why do you locate here
as large as a tank,
aiming at one half
of a lifetime?
Couldn't you just
go float into
a tree instead
of locating
here at my
roots,
forcing me out of the life I've led
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
Despair,
I don't like
you very well.
You don't suit
my clothes or my cigarettes.
Why do you locate here
as large as a tank,
aiming at one half
of a lifetime?
Couldn't you just
go float into
a tree instead
of locating
here at my
roots,
forcing me out of the life I've led
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