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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Hateful Ride

Hate radiates from the old man like a potbelly stove...
And he silently drives down the road...
I'm lost in my own tortures as we ride back to where I sleep...
I regretfully still love you... There are no secrets I can keep...
Your hateful ghost still drifts through my mind...
I am finally free, yet smothered and confined...
The old man glares and almost vomits disdain...
Only a matter of time until I'm thrown out in the rain...
The bus ride is peaceful, yet I dread the ride from there...
One of us is going in the ground soon. Which one? I really don't care...















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