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Little Stories and Maybe Poems From Now and Then
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
empty bags of dust
all my friends have left me
black piano keys
never played
my brain
to home
to man played
lighted my life flamed
frightened alone awake screaming
lost and alone
wishing wanting forever
having fantasy of love
blades
home
air
AND THEN
It all came to me again
in the basements
of buildings
all around me
dogs and windows
flickering
wining and drinking
listening and wondering
the horns and the yous bothering me
make me hell
someone someone
basement bore
some piss make
help me matter any more piss
i love you
i make a switch around you bitch
hello
more
why the fuck you run away
i will kill you
i have to pee
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