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© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite
He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)
I’m gonna throw up 🤢
Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin
“Earth is lying”
A constant reminder
I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been
I hope somebody in heaven still loves me
Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered
I don’t find the crows ominous at all
They bring me gifts and blessings
I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life
Edgar was a Soldier
The enemy is in the White House
“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”
Literally programmed to make a mess
This is why heaven is empty
Nobody wants me here
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