Stupid
Waste of
Molecules
Scattered
Around
An
Idea
A shape
No one
See's
Anti matter
And a
Sticky black
Soul
My favoruite tears
Pained embrace
I'll walk back here
Hand
In
Hand
A million times
To the same beginning
A million times
Shimmering grey circles
Against a darker background
Mother
Father
Sister
Brother
Rotten decay
Marrow and filth
Sea weed for hair
Fire eyes
A throat
Made of whispering
Willows
Half rotten
eaten by maggots
Crawling with wood lice
Scream and flick your fingers
Jingle girlishly
I've been short changed
Most my life
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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