toddler's pillows
Slept with debt
Colors fading in
And about my paper
These missiles
I learn from
Lost times
Missing tables
Without a binding
Leaving signs
Coming long, overdone
My riddled ponds
Scram, loves
Every beating shirt
Out of fits i have worn, down
Down, i war every one down
To be alone, dense
As putrid grey
Clouds inside of a sand
A single sand left
Whereth my shlacked confusion
Meaningless resentable
Getting through a need
She wouldnt love
Her boy is my shove
Back to war he goes
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