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 May 2019 elisabeth
Bogdan Dragos
the voices said
there's nothing like
waking up deep into the night
and not hearing any voices

and I believed them
 May 2019 elisabeth
Bogdan Dragos
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity
 May 2019 elisabeth
Jennifer
You all say such nice things to me
Such pretty empty words
Paint me beautiful with compliments
But underneath all the colors run together
And it’s just a mess
Keep your sweet words
Give me something real
I am drowning and you are throwing flower petals at me

— The End —