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Dominic Lees Apr 2019
Today was ok͝a̧̼y͎̮͟
so why do i f͉̲̰e̴̺e̸l̠̱̗̩̜͘ ̭like this
i didnt do anything w͕̭̼̱̤͍̣r̜ơ̩n͎̺̠̹̠̤̱g̶ so why
w̦̰͓͉̰̺h̯̬̥͓̭y͉̪ ͟d҉̟͖̱o̤ ̷ỳ̘ò̻͍̫͓u̼̪̖̕
͡w̹̫̣̘̘͟h̖̖͈̥̫̳̲y̱̮̯͚̠ ̖͠d͏͈͚͓̥̙͈o͇ ̧̟ị̯̰̬
̨̤̣̬ͅw͍͓h̩̝̭͙a̟̼͖̹̫̰t̵͇̫͔̻͚ ̳i̘s͏̖͎ͅ ̮̱͕̩ẃ̪̬̪r̴̠̠̯͈o͜n̦̖̰̩̫g̗̘̫͍̩̗̼̕ ̧̦͕̳͚͚̤ͅw̦̜̠͉͘i̭̜͘t̟h̞͎ ̳̣m̢̗̞̩͙̤͚e̯̕

.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̀͞­̗͖̯͍.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗­̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥́͞͝͝ͅ­̝̭̤.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛­͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗­̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ­.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬́̕­̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓­̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̕͢͝͠͠­̭ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝ͅ­̱͍̻.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦͢͞­̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣­̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙͘­̱͎̩̱.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ
.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̕͢͜­̯̻̻͉̣̩.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻́͡­̪̖̦̥̩̖.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.͞͝͝­̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞͢ͅ­̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͝­͓.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰́͜͝­̙̮͇͎.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙͢͞ͅͅ­̮͍͍͇̗̺.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎­͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜͘͜­̮̬̼̟̜͔.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚̀͞­͚̗͖̯͍.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮­̗̰̪̱̫
.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳­̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̡­̷̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖́̕
.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕­̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛́­̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞́̕­̱̖̩̭.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛͢­̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ

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I̵͏̻̘͔̭͖͈͎̝̮̹̠͙̮̟͔̯̞̀̕ͅ ̶̡̛͕͇̪̦̞͔͉̭̝̭̪͇̜̯a̡̖͖͎̤̺̼̥̯͎̺̱͈͟͡m̷̶̧͍̥̳͙͇̩͇̳̪̘͉̞̯͇̱͕̲̕ͅͅ ̕҉̧̙̳͙͍͓̯͉̠̦s̝̬͙͈͔̪͕͚͎͚̥̯͔̳͓̣̟̩̦͘͢ì̸̭͚̰͖͉͎̙͞ͅͅǹ̴̮̺͈̘͚̪̻̞̣͕̪̥͓̱͟­͓k̸̵̤̣̪̯̞͢͟͝i̢̬͚̭̺͚̯͕͕̮͖͘͘͟ņ̸͍͎̬̮͖̦̺̖̺̣̼͈̼̀͜͝g̢̢̘̗̗̖̭̟͚̭͓̮͔
corruption
Dominic Lees Apr 2019
what the guy who made plastic
would think today
if he saw what we did
to our oceans' waves
Dominic Lees Apr 2019
We have very little time on Earth
to write.

Keep it brief.
Dominic Lees Dec 2017
I will never feel the warmth again,
The way I felt it last year.
You're unsympathetic and vile.
You poison me like no one else.
you force your ash down my throat.

The dry remains of something burned.
I taste ruin.
It's gritty and distasteful
but you won't let me wash it down.

There's only one solution.
You know it as well as I do.
I'll take to the blade and drive it
into my own neck.

Life explodes from the wound.
I hear a deep, dark pounding in my ears.
The ash escapes along red roads.
It is done.
Dominic Lees Dec 2017
Thread breaks the seams
as it dances along your fingertips and into the fabric
it takes form in art, not traditional or too abstract.
A modest and humble artform that you can call your own,
as it pairs with your gentle demeanor against the harsh
red light of the city.

Yes, the soft-spoken words of a tailor.
The velvet, cotton, suede.
Floral patterns to lull me
into a soft daydream.
An escape from the **** and the **** of a city, where
beauty is lost or forgotten or
crushed beneath the boot of the next abrasive king.
You remind me of a time gone by.
A rose-tinted past where I did nothing wrong.
I yearn to learn more of the tailor who gives me hope
in the place I lost mine.
A thousand voices stir and I wonder.
When again will I see you?

— The End —