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I sit with my finger in my ear. #POEM

By 4th November 2010 No Comments

As numb as I feel right now

I look out over the grey skies

Over the corrugate warehouses

I’m as productive as my pulse allows

All I want is sleep

On leather seats

Behind tinted glass

my heated ass, the sounds of Florence.

Take a deep breath

Release a shallow sigh

Roll my eyes again

Is this what it feels like, death?

Force to push on

Another life calls

Were my choices wrong

Wish I had the balls.

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