Now that this.
Now that this is done.
Now that this is done not.
Now that this is done not to.
Now that this is done not to your.
Now that this is done not to your satisfaction.
What will you do?
What will you turn to?
What will you choose to do?
What will you need turn to?
Now that all of this, is that, is this.
[Maureen, play a game of Tag with me.]
[Okay Elm.]
\\pause.\\
[Billy! BILLY!]
They've lost him to a back alley - one of millions - again.
And now that this is that is this.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI fight daily with originality. It pinches me when I am asleep, and scratches me when I engage with it. I am wrecked from trying to fight for it, against it, with it. This unreleased energy unknown in its scope and range, fizzles. Billy: lol, fuck o...
