it's getting worse
the facade of leaves fell with the calendar page
revealing
not numbers no
the names and faces behind simple digits
why didn't it bother me before
maybe i thought i was fighting a faceless enemy
well now i'm the shellshocked soldier shooting
and seeing the faces and feelings
in my crosshairs as i pull the trigger
again and again
yeah let the leaves of fall just fall and bury me
in my eyes and ears, nose and throat
so i don't have to do this
anymore
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cell phone poetry hell yeah
sup
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I do cell phone poetry all the time lol
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