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The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.
I know you can.
Kinda Sorta.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
The Somewhere: Lucifer
The slip from
Unopened gates of a world I had lived
Was not particularly the hardest
More so was the descent, where I found time
Seconds counted in decades
To swallow the misgivings
Bloomed as my fallen feathers
And the certainty
Of this
My decision.
My skirt grasps the falling winds of January.
It pulls me into the next
My new home
Where flesh burn...
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:19 am
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