Silly Angst
too late tonight
for a tinsy winsy poem
no rhymes, no words
deep and warm under the rugs
blah blah blah all the fake people.
I close the curtains on your happy little lives,
year is almost at an end
my life needs a new beginning
whoever want to stay have to buy some chocolate,
for me
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