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i had a dream where i was just stacking gold ingots in a white room.
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this is a poem i wrote to myself.
in a few more seconds i will loose it forever.
like salt in the wound,
or looking for land minds in the dark.
i curse and stumble,
and tell nobody in particular how much i hate this.
i'm trying, i'm trying
to be beautiful,
a skinny love,
like a half starved dog in a crate.
i stare in the mirror and try to hunch over,
trying to find some light in my eyes.
come on...
how long do i have to wait?
---
this is a poem i wrote to myself.
in a few more seconds i will loose it forever.
like salt in the wound,
or looking for land minds in the dark.
i curse and stumble,
and tell nobody in particular how much i hate this.
i'm trying, i'm trying
to be beautiful,
a skinny love,
like a half starved dog in a crate.
i stare in the mirror and try to hunch over,
trying to find some light in my eyes.
come on...
how long do i have to wait?