dear diary

he's a man

but really

he's sarcasm

lanky, underfed, patched whole with drugs.

he scares away crows but he doesn't

scare me. I'll pay for this later.

but sunsets sitting in a haze of

hallucenogenics and amphetamines never

felt so right. I can't ask for more.

i don't want more.

not here. not this place.

when my feet touch the earth

and my mind descends from

wherever heaven it convinced itself

that it was in, then ....maybe.

but broken things can't be bought

so may I burn before I hit the atmosphere.


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