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do I say sorry or
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PAPER PURSUIT
Guess I outraged
enough go numb
guests in our grievous
garden, limbs tangled
together with tarnished
thread it never ends…
Sorry would only seem
a fairyland of dreams
Everything is fake and
I decided that’s okay…
Never have I ever learned
anything so special
as to churn a numb heart
it sizzles black, a vat
yearning for an urn…
It's my turn, frankly
I don't give a damn.
