ESSENCE TO MARIGOLD
Oh, I never know what it is. A darkness
that takes over and kills all the trees?
A feeling of dread when I hear yet
another voice? The sound of a
breakdown whenever a motor
starts up?
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That's the promise of my life : gloom,
doom, and predilections for emptiness.
A webbed collar strangling my neck.
Noise. Noise. Noise.
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