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by: lauren ireland

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No One Understands How Sad I Am

Men are taking vibrant golden tinkles in the park.         

Everything I do is wrong.        Extravagant vomit

weak little talons    it's all solid gold.

YOU are the god of the underworld

your job is to show    no happiness. I get high & listen

to the music of the spheres.         I love you. I'll die

if I can't keep moving    I resent the full stop.


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