i’m coughing things out of me that shouldn’t be there
like images of you and her bare
seeking shelter in every dark corner
so to myself i feel a foreigner

sometimes i wonder if he can smell my despair
seeping through the sewers like he doesn’t care
there’s too many sins to launder
and it’s more fun to haunt her

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so hi – it’s just a mini rhyme.

is this thing on? my likes DO NOT STICK on WordPress anywhere, on any blog. Maybe some do? Most do not.

the happiness engineers do not care

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