Funeral Diner
My Fist Smells Like Graveyard
claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on with hands held so loosely as i pour the water through so many times i tried not to wonder conflicts avoided words mumbled under breath truth buried out behind a face the advantage taken with no thought to rectify when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine
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