Monday, May 27, 2013

there is nothing inside of me anymore

i dunno, i just work here
don't eat here,
don't try to eat here.
never try for satisfaction
never distract me from what i'd rather do
fall apart and seem
to fall all over
if you'd like to be breezy
don't trust the flowers grown too close to the road
don't try to speed up time or,
eat here.
empty
and spell divination with your shit

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