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༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽ < not sure about this one, not even got a title for it

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༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽ < not sure about this one, not even got a title for it

we’ve been afloat on coat tails for something
like an hour, all this piss-taking, time wasting
its getting you down, and
he’s not an alcoholic, but lord knows
he drinks a little more than
often.
Sorry Dad, I didn’t major even though it would
have made you
proud; proud of your son.
these bees avoid the lavanders, everyone
is frightened, all except her; cool down. cool down. cool
down. i’m a harsh critic, might develop
it but stutter
at the thought of us becoming
something physical.
She’s seen me throw around my bandying little ego its
frustration more than anger, or as much
I get so;
so throwing, so spitting, so wreteched so lonely so put
my fist through the kitchen door,
and christmas decorations. You
know i don’t need coke - a fists a lousy metaphor -
you saw the result
of that long saturday in december.
Mum came and cleared all the broken plates
up,
if only she would talk,
but I clog all these drains
up.
 
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