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Sparse Particular
04:49
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The tracts are sewn right into the ground
the philler's folly
always wrapping up the type ends
before the tracked trails can meet.
Sitting alone as fucking always
carrying birds of feather by raincoat
to unleash hell in the most
inappropriate places.
Trying the times for their due
share of the burden,
one does say one cannot say
a literary ton of bullshit
w/out having been there but it's true,
he can.
Sparsed out several ways in a splat
splayed pattern one
& one's words can travel like blood on
a shear & clean
white wall.
Too much for the man to see but
the occurent passer may grasp it
on the notion of chance.
Carrying it w/ him or her
for until the end of their days
& possibly never acknowledging
it was ever even there,
because they chose not to believe what they
heard or saw,
but the point is
that it was there in the first place...
so don't forget the rest
of what is living
what life is or
any other means of fellowship
transportation,
but just know that it was probably there.
At least give it that chance
& you'll have given yourself more of a chance
to be what you really are.
A particle of a bird,
massive, maybe,
or likely more insignificant
in the eyes of
what nobody is willing to believe in;
Yourselves.
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I can't help but feel
my sorrows are met
w/ the constant frustration
that all I am doing comes off
as a cry for attention
yet all I think I want
is to be left by myself
but a large part of my psyche
thinks I am wrong.
Nothing can bring me
that satisfaction
other than letting you know
I feel alone.
So what does that make me?
A god damned whore
for your grace & your aversion.
I think I want to be alone,
but most of me thinks that I am wrong.
I choose to go on by the day
believing that I'm going grey
by the actions of my fellow man
but it seems I fail to understand
that I reap what I sow.
I have chosen to be old.
I think I want to be alone
but most of me thinks that I am wrong.
I have no one to call home
& so I beg to end the drone
I think I want to be alone
but most of me thinks that I am wrong.
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MMS Kaiser Wisconsin
MMS Kaiser is a writer from the northward mid-western portion of your apartment.
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