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I'm no professional or anything. I do this for fun, though I am a "published poet". I'd be happy to know what you think!!
"blood born"
the bus stop feels like a fever dream
just sit on the ground and wait for it to come
yawning, i’m tired and you’re probably tired
forever i’m stuck to the end of your mouth
i hate the fact that once together
our ways have separated, but we stick together
like gum to a shoe, bloodborne issue
i’m bleeding again, pass me the tissue
our mothers bore us into this interlude
and from this pain i became a virtue
on your teeth, there’s a fuck ton of plaque
you haven’t taken care of yourself, and neither did i
both of us strangled away from warmth
born from blood and a lack of soul
now we breathe like it’s nothing new
even though there was steam between us two
the bus came and the bus went, just like us too
you sat in the back and i sweeped the front
you smelled of collone and i smoked some weed
you will smell of me the next time we meet
Thank you have a wonderful day!!
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