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.
No country for old dogs
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This is no country for old dogs. Behind the fence around her small concrete
lanai, in the sun Sweetie resembles a prisoner, shadowed slats running
across ...
1 week ago
