Lonelinessecity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
freedom through Boredom through pain

Submitted: July 02, 2009

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discontent, open the fridge, go in my room and sit, turn on the music that fits, go in the kitchen, open the fridge,

over the mountain and across the ridge, nothing there, so i open that fridge, cold breeze i get a glimpse, like a book with no words, the pages i flip, furiously, curiously, i keep on continuing, insinuating, infering, information, assumption, the remote i'm bumpin, as if i could change my channel, plaid as flannel the pattern, flickering shadow candle, too late i came, wick burnt down, setteling flame, am i to blame?

this room i sit in,

so much shame.


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