Below Me

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I i eye need to stop starting w me.fuck shit i more than dont want to write dont want to anything and i should read that poetry and why are you there and who are you, who is it could be anyone but then what it could always be anyone couldve always been right, though why and he said he didnt read and something about icu and beware but he was being coyish maybe and just seeing me from outside the winery not about some video feed but when i dance to the music or something tells me people see and more than i do not know and then this

These are the fears like no fear is so stupid and all this over the top letting

Go bullshit, i mean i know y’all are bunch of sheep or whatever but my fears

Are really about reality, like it is not you who i think and not fair for

Something like a lipstick tube, that was not who was you would you excuse

Me as you: you dropped this babee, i added a funny name butt it is you

Like a janus figure, talking out of two sides of faces, and i should see

Just that alone, it is unethical, of course you must know. So how do we

                                    just i fly to the right

                                                         side of sanity just

Barely touching and is it just such seriousness, a kindness to a fault the way

He described my father at his funeral, his best man

took my kids shopping and went big like

more than dad ever would’ve

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Posted on August 20, 2017, in campy, Love Stories, poetry, sex, Uncategorized, your.first.love.stories@gmail.com and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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