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i can leave you
starving

or,
i can leave
you full

this is prose
and...

i'd rather
leave you
full

my only selfishness is to see your face
as ****** takes place
her jade eyes
her brunette hair
her savage tan

her curves defy
her shapely pear
her totality makes my manhood stand
she,

wrote her telephone number

in

heart red lipstick

on the windshield of my pickup truck

"for a good time"

"call me -
867-5309
Jenny"
when the
  full figured

green/ blue eyed brunette walks in?

my mind becomes
    overloaded

with sin


  they are 100% my kryptonite

   Mmmm mmm mmm... i wanna tak a bite

     i wanna take my time and...

make us both feel,

    alright
the destination
is a culmination
of a life full of great stories,
a life full of everyday worries

a destination can be a sanctuary,
it can be a punishment unnecessary

destinations can be final
and for that there is no denial
waking up today -
the sun is bright -
yet i see darkness everyday -
with what seems
no hope of ever seeing light

pondering this day and what life has in store -
i push myself hard just to get out of bed -
another day for my tears to hit the floor -
another day alive but really walking dead

sure i smile, sometimes earth size'd -
on the outside i look great -
but with -
people like me... there's something you don't realize -
n the outside i'm great
while on the inside is depression and a bitter debate

assist me in carrying on with words of love and positivity -
don't knock me further down or darken an already onyx day -

fight this war i have, i everyday wage within me, with me -
assist me to breathe on this saturday with the comforting words that you say -
assist me on this day away from my inner torture and help me to be free !
conglomerate of nothingness

gutters filled with leaves hold more life

wet desolate glare filled onyx streets

homeless Vet still fights a fight

fatcat politicians
dining on lies and the steak dinner they keep from the soldier that fought for their very own freedom

conspiracy theories

senseless violence

crime scene yellow ribbon
outside it,
the people ogle its truly sad normality

flashing red and blue lights

the sirens are coldly - eerily redundant

screams and gunshots are common place

another coroners car is full
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