I stare out the large, lone window
always big enough
for that cliché jump
and splatter
without hitting the so few flowers at the entrance.
clever.
i swig down my last half-shot
while listening to the static of the t.v.
Night, Poem, Suicide
#12 of lonely oak part 3 | the meadows and the woods
understand the concept of love (part 2)
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