moses molding clay
wonders what he's lost
searching in the dirt
lord, i'm
she sends me
poetry i can't read
she looks at me
with eyes
lying in bed
waiting for the sun
to come undone
i can't run
i am weak and helpless
you could take me down
if you
the last time we just cleared the trees
failsafe engaged reading
pull
i brushed my teeth
after morning meal
i used colorless language
to describe
surrounded by this empty show
i just want to die
but i
the rules have changed again, i see
so i don't know
what
she's my only friend
and she comforts me
when i lie awake
watching
penance strapped to my ribs
scratches away the negative
clipped like mercury's
w
So confidently uncommon
Something different
than the average coming in
So True t
She said I think
I’m going to be alright
I don’t know
So this is life where we are
I really don’t think
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