Wednesday, November 1, 2017

from p.4 on Mon., 10/30

I waited for hours upon hours,

he promised he'd come.

Once again he abanodned me.

You promised you
changed,
but
you
wont.


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Through familiar halls
I strode,
the haunts of days
past calling to me,

but follow them,
I shall not!

For I must escape
this place, with or
without you.


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The frigid
wind freezes
me, for a few moments in
fright so I can't
feel my frozen
fingers
flexing.


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Chicken on chicken
on chicken on
chicken...

I want to go home...

why do I work here?

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