lina
Paranoid sense of nonsense
and when those baby browns turn red
I shudder
quivering
beneath the very flesh you hold
tonight
my fright
so bold
so dangerously
close
to the edge--
and
you and with that cigarette and a hum to the old days
always
my blisters have healed
I'll carry on...depressing the oppression...oppressing the depression...
but please...
leave
the
dog.
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