I've forgotten my name
I'm sick and weak and fresh from
"Just give me some fucking pizza!"
Unmade by anti-pizza.
So good it
I think I seem to be a mystery
even spied by
BIG
b-u-s-i-n-e-s-s
He's an engima
wrapped up
in a conundrum
He's a mystery
tr
We want to turn everything around
She's a real writer and
I’m crippled by a simple decision
And possibly gifted by a
That little bastard
with his tricks and vile forms of play
Winters coming
days die short
at the end of autumns reign
hunger becomes
Purple
Or Close
To Purple
Regardless
It was soft
And mushy
She said she
Was so n
...then came winter's bitterness
numbness swept down from the east
the lost
Debris, dirt, disease, we've been brought to our knees, anything
On a warm summer day you'll find him there,
relaxing in
The lights are on
The TV's off
The floors are flesh and
I feel like I'm becoming a
Butterly or a golden bee.
My
Waking up in New York City
Dreaming about how it all
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