I don't have a job anymore.
I can't sleep, and I can't turn off my brain.
I hate what they did to me.
I've lost hope in human decency and trust.
A few tylenol pms should do the trick, lets hope.
Thursday Poem - Come to Dust
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Spirit, rehearse the journeys of the body
that are to come, the motions
of the matter that held you.
Rise up in the smoke of palo santo.
Fall to the eart...
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