get out, go away
pack on your face
buffoons and snakes
say anything
fuck off
i'm clawing into my skin
i'm whispering into my hair
give me a pill and some smoke
where are hopes grown
fuck off, go away
you don't own this
you're soap on my ass
my grapefruit in the morning
my naked body and my fears
my tea when i'm cold
my scotch after work
i built a stone
hate me
loveme
something to say fuck you
leave my space
travel to find a home
wondering in wandering
absolute shit poetry
because i think i need to write
but those people that need
a fuck you
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