Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

they just keep dying

even when its what they want
if if they did it to themselves
there's just all this death
hanging and clumping like seawead that drown you
caught in your hair and lashes like a cobweb

godspeed brenda
may you know a peace now that you could never find in your life

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