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
a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a
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
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