HAPPENSTANCE
I am clean now, and scoured,
and people seem to like that
idea - though I do not know
why. Even the parking lots are
filled with filthy thugs. They
then would judge me? (I do
not seek their hugs, rather to
ravage their evidences of self).
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It all seems simple enough.
Thin lights train on those
silly Christmas stores: caches
of the frilly, boxes of crunched
up grime. People exchange
these things, but only after
being told to do so.
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They do not know the differences:
Giving? Or asking something back?
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