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I S A A C Feb 9
I suppose I should repose
explore new clothes since I've outgrown
every and anything in this ratchet city
every day I wish to make it out before I am 50
before my bones and motivation crack
before my smile lines and crow's feet are all I have
watching my sanity slip like my grandson down the waterslide
oh, why God why, did you never let me fly?
Was I caged or fearful? Was it staged or virile?
Was I ever able or just another one of your fables?
the man that would never because he never believed he could
cypress Nov 2020
normal conditions grouped around desires to be novel

himself a victim

out of control high school kids cultivating moldy imaginings

a channeling hinged on dumb animal instincts

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