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I come home smelling of someone elses sweat Crawl into bed next to wife Knives of guilt Bleeding the bed. Maybe I have done heroic things in past lives, Defended outer galaxies from daemonic risings, Villages under my protection, Medicines made and distributed. But for now I am forty And I smell of someone else’s sweat And I am next to my wife In my bed In my house And it doesn’t feel all that heroic.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
Nobody's hero.
I come home smelling of someone elses sweat Crawl into bed next to wife Knives of guilt Bleeding the bed. Maybe I have done heroic things in past lives, Defended outer galaxies from daemonic risings, Villages under my protection, Medicines made and distributed. But for now I am forty And I smell of someone else’s sweat And I am next to my wife In my bed In my house And it doesn’t feel all that heroic.
we're all in the same petri dish, squirming our ***** around forever.
h-w-erellson
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
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