first,
they killed the old menow,
they want me backdig up my body
make my bones
prettyquick,
quicktoo late, I say
I already killed
myself.
again.—things I do for everybody to end their sufferings
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...