For fun
By john_for_the_heathen
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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My family nor my friends these times may see me.
They do not mind, my children. Nor would I:
I'm hooked on ends of days, and on sashimi.
I am quite inward blind, I have no eye
With which to track my progress; I may only
See self reflectedly, in others' eyes.
My jaw these days is slack as I fuck bony
Whores. Is this me? It comes as no surprise.
I've not forgot the ways in which I often
Used to feel tied, constrained and rightly so.
And that cold phase through which I grew thus softened
And to myself I lied. I cannot know
Or understand why I no longer care,
But that that hand that guided is not there.
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