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He

He’s chaos ,
he’s never going to care,
he leaves
leaves  everyone
and no one.   
He breaks the barriers
drugs, curses
smoke rising in the night sky.
He’s a spark of dissatisfaction
a black hole of nerves,
genuine in existence.       
He’s a broken arrow
an atlas gone askew. 
He’s an old trench coat ,
an old lover.
A dance that rages across the floor,
and tumbles into your drink and spikes it.
He’s your massive build up of indecision. 

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