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poetry is so blooming selfish

poetry

i wrote into the void
words meant to create
feelings in you i myself
no longer wished to feel

hoping my vomit would
relieve my ache
and somehow what i rejected
would disgust you.
and as you cleaned yourself
of my refuse
i’d feel better knowing i was

no longer alone

May 22, 2009May 23, 2009 Roger Mugs Tagged blooming, poetry, selfish, vomit 2 Comments
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