Love, Abridged
All I had left was a man
I told him I was sick and tired of life.
and I laughed and laughed.
and wondered what I was doing.
I was starving to death.
I’m wicked
God, I’m bad.
the absolute madness and
The mad dream --- grabbing,
forgive me. For- I’m . . . no no, you little half naked Savage
Get away!
Patience and skill had no voice
it was crushed.
he had sworn to forget her
sweet . . .
I was all alone
It had never occured to me
walking those last miles
in the middle of a rush hour,
taking, giving, sighing, dying
I had no eyes
Now it was too late.
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