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poem from stuck in retail. relate? |
| Forlornly smiled across the floor here I am love, hello out there Hour Day Month Year passing by as paper of sand- do not ever come back to me. The cloud castle's in Ruin's. While the sun set Ruin's piano glissed shoes off a me. The sun drew my drawbridge a fiery mess. Rain sweat a resigning feet smell, I have a moat now, strangled, strandead----- Ticks have tickled me tockless long. Penny thin cloud buoys Neckache so bane as dawn these days (heck anythin) Where past passed personas are perished For good, pssssssssszssst my Columbus faced this guillotine, soon rolled into the sog-rid mittens of the c-cold underworld. hello New lands, infinity seas of adventure shipwrecked! Now leave, customer, you can't stay here forever but you knew that. Do I? |