-despoiled

               
I sneak away sometimes, never too far              
from yesterday, where the smell of dead              
flowers still frolics by rivers edge; I cannot          
understand why I crave what's dead and dying          
what makes it all seem so alive inside me...          
           
having left once before, the fragrant              
freedom I found while withering away              
piss-drunk, tattooed and shamed, was for              
others to remember, as I have no stake              
in this game of the living; the only          
freshness I seek are the wounds I wear          
like watches, telling me it's time again          
though, I prefer the term:
 
-despoiled...                   
                 
                 
                 
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