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Just found something I wrote my first semester at umass, and I didn't know it then, but now i see it's about how i was never meant to go to school. fuck. it was a prophecy i missed.
Blinking under flourescent lights, ashen eyes,
this is nothing like it was in my room.
Pacing, wolves are allergic to flourescent lights,
and when the throat howls raw,
I can say I know why.
Bristled black hair and some gone bone white.
The eternal birdchest begins to cave.
Crooked teethprints on mottled fingers, dirtnails,
and the lips gather dust.
Blinking under flourescent lights, ashen eyes,
this is nothing like it was in my room.
Pacing, wolves are allergic to flourescent lights,
and when the throat howls raw,
I can say I know why.
Bristled black hair and some gone bone white.
The eternal birdchest begins to cave.
Crooked teethprints on mottled fingers, dirtnails,
and the lips gather dust.