Loneliness is not living alone loneliness is not that one last piece of art..one last word..a poet pride can only be the one you are gonna keep loving in the mist of insanity how do I know i have been living in it while still drinking formaldehyde pickle never too soiled or bare under fierce heat… our threads at the end of each day is still another piece to bewear..be worn…just make sure to tip they always remember who they have served


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