POEMS

Cooking without butter

I’m lashing out, can’t be without, can’t think the thoughts, blinded seeing spots, remorse in my plot, bleeding because we fought, overcoming doubt,please let me out, stuck in a concrete box, hearing gunshots, I think my body dropped, walking dead in my Crocs, put this in a pot and you get-

Scrambled thoughts

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