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bah...!

Posted to Action Poetry




my primordial yawlp...like a movie script written by those already fat on the exploits of others...my life turns over and burns like desire...inside...outside is a town dead...of night I cannot hide from everything...is there hope...nay...hope is dangerous...people who believe...Do you believe?...wanderlust...I wander lustily through the streets...of the city I wonder...should I go there...leave this all behind...run away to the warmth of the cold city...I am like spinning plates...spinning in place...is so fucking boring...you all tell me not to be bored...because there is still beauty to be had?...to be given...let's go, will you go...