Nov 4, 2014

Just a few less dreams

01/22/2014. SA

All night they were spitting at tame,
Mashed their toes with rubber hammers.
To think they are happier than you,
Maybe smarter,
Not afraid,

Then they woke them up with cold water,
In the dank basement, chained.
To think that they are not alone,
That there’s no pain on their faces,
That they are not lost,


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