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the unseen
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the colours of her rainbow
wash out then fade to black
her pot of gold
filled to the rim with piss
encompassed by the stench
she fights back tears
brought on by this perpetual nightmare
thoughts scattering in a cacophony
of white noise within her mind
again,one of them comes to her
the train rolls on in arizona
wash out then fade to black
her pot of gold
filled to the rim with piss
encompassed by the stench
she fights back tears
brought on by this perpetual nightmare
thoughts scattering in a cacophony
of white noise within her mind
again,one of them comes to her
the train rolls on in arizona
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finally a poem about the basking afterglow of throw-up
sweet
let down your hair
hide in its honeyed milk
we pray
remain
stone wills don't
no prison make
excepting thier superlative eye
no
i choose to see light
in the darkest places
don't stay where none be found