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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2315739
Depression often feels thick and dark, like the sludge of a tar pit
Today I hold myself up with sticks

As my flesh hangs

And my soul drips

In black pools

Floating on the dusty earth

Like oil spills in a Texas field

Dry breezes push sage brush lies

As the wind whips my flesh

Waving it like wet socks

Put out to dry in the great depression
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