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now
My fingers must be drunk now
My legs are tired of carrying me
My chest is burning
And my mind is not around for years now.
My soul
one I got
laughs at my body.
My legs are tired of carrying me
My chest is burning
And my mind is not around for years now.
My soul
one I got
laughs at my body.
Published 29th Nov 2013
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10th Dec 2013 11:20pm
This poem is exactly how I feel on certain days when i have fight through the pain and depression. Good poem
11th Dec 2013 11:32am
Thank u for comment and I hope u can get out of that state of mind really soon .
the soul is just jealous, it can not really be body and eternity is more weary than tired legs, and that soul has been dying for just one puff of a cigarette, fuck that laughing gull of a white energy soul, light another smoke and cough, smile, laugh at him in his envy of you....
i have been reading your poems tonight, they are not as infected with "art" as mine and others as we try to "force" poetry - you sir are marking truth as it is
i have been reading your poems tonight, they are not as infected with "art" as mine and others as we try to "force" poetry - you sir are marking truth as it is
