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it was the way you looked with your face so wet
swallowed with pain
trails
a bag a beads
pulling hearts strings
for all the wrong reasons
past shows its face in the ugliest of ways my dear
my dear
my dear
oh those redundant useless names that fill up space
catch it swallow it and never say it again.

God, give me an garden full of herbs. amen.

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my hands and feet are cold
i got up
i am awake
it is light
you are still in bed
and i feel as if i am going to vomit.

with your indifference
apathy
your lack of passion.
you expect everything
and want to do nothing.
you take this for granted.

to anyone , but my God and my Earth.

hold together my letters.

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Bob Dylan
Libby Lambert
the psyche ward smells
I am behind
late


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