MY SCROLL BOOK
It's already quite full, and overflowing,
my dead friends outrun each page. I make
notes and new markings, in a manner of
time, to keep track of what's going on.
Everything hurts at this point, each
point is a reference of leaving.
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Snarky or wise, I've been called both once
or twice - and I don't know the meaning of
either.
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