Discreetly Rondine
I need a break from all of it,
people pushing and pulling me.
I’ll fight to the death to be free,
don’t discount strategy and grit.
Is there spray for what they emit?
Something to protect discreetly?
I need a break
from all the bleakness they transmit.
Their perfume stings aggressively
it’s like wandering through debris.
Treading in all that blood and spit,
I need a break.
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