who wants to live forever
it makes no sense
you are full of life
envy
the mirror
is not receding.
then a laugh
sheer pleasure of
being right
and sick to the stomach
not making positivity crap
I will not be willing to play the game,
when the knife is right inside the crack
you know all the names
the good ones and the bad
they are annoying
it is sad
when you leave in true religious convictions
a hell is with that cloud sucking mastermind
too late for holding hands with your cold denial
I have messed with him enough for now
heavy grows in between my left and right sides
now I am not to blame
in taking the slowest train
a snail and a snake
a fog and a frog.
a kiss and a bet.
celine charcoal
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