east south east in poetry

  • April 22, 2017, 7:18 a.m.
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carve the open road into my soul
the same as knives carving at flesh
this fresh skin into an open wound
I’m eating more and more now and
every day I’m sleeping less and less
something has got to give out soon
let me slide on balding wheels
let me roll on waves of steel
I want be as full-stop lonely
as I full-stop already feel


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