And I spend—
swindling with my fingers,
time, that I never really wanted.
And I spend—
listening to music,
time, that I never really wanted.
And I spend—
so, so much time,
killing myself
Someone, I never really wanted.
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h a i m i s h
Poesia. . . haimish; moon talks, and alleyed pyols. . . . homes a collection of snippets from the times I feel most at home. prose/poetry
