I haven't been myself since the 4th of July
Why lie ?
Why watch and standby as I crumble into ashes ?
Let's get lit !
Then fuck shit up
until we found someone to blame
My hands were to sullen to bury shame
I found comfort in between the four corners of my dwelling
I inhale the smoke of green musk plants
That send my head propelling
Far away from here
The past is a cemetery for memories
So why raise the dead
I saluted my lonesome days at a goodbye parade yesterday
// e.b.
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PoetryA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
