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[quekas]

this was on some random chunk of paper.

Post Meridian.
I seriously won't take this place and time
All I taste is the bitter lives of people driving by.
Look at dirty innocence as it passes.

Cold and damp against my face.
Flip the pillow.
so I can get to sleep.
This post meridians left its trace.

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[anonymous]

This sounds like a very bitter, jaded night. Not sure how that advances the discussion, but hey...thought i'd throw it out there. Post by Mr. Sean Mulligan