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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 27, 2019

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Submitted: February 27, 2019

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You calling me an addict?
You don't want to see what's in the attic, baby.
Drill my brain to the basement maybe.

You'd never guess in this dance my level of trauma

in this instance
Based on my appearance
And the auroma
And based on my intelligence
Of my incense.

Burning hell
HENSE

GET THE FUCK OFF 
AND GET THE FUCK OUT

Don't you understand?
Can you even begin to comprehend?
There's a virus lurking in the coding
And I'm the biggest glitch, bitch.

You won't catch me cry laughing in front of you
I do that shit in the bathroom,
Pacing, I've drawn the shade, babe.

Oh yes.
I've lost it.

Still

Losing it.

Burning down to ash


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