Saturday, August 20, 2016

fuck me into next week


fuck me into next week
freezing in the
air conditioning
melting
on the street
brain blown out
from beeping
signals
I can't feel
no apocalypse
will save us
there are spots
to be cleaned
the externals
don't seem to last
but feel
eternal here

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