Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Lilith times three
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Lilith and I ran into S and J on our way out of the cemetery; we went over
to say hello. Soon enough, S says: "haven't seen much of Joe lately." "He
was ...
6 days ago
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