Slow my woman blooms
unfamiliar Crescendo
Only dreams of curled toes
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Cigarette burns. On
Arms to distract from pain
Of the mental sort
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I treat holidays
Like work days and workdays like
Holidays too short
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Feet and hands too cold
Stiff and bloated they hang Like
Full orange moon In Sky
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Sixteen years have past
I am on my seventeenth
Anything new dude?
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Discovering
Newfound Sexuality
Is discouraging
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heavy feet, walk on water
slipping to bottom
everything green and blue
