what sets you apart
so me and some
people are in an apartment
we don't leave
because we are paranoid
they agree to
anything i suggest
it is not my beauty
or youth because i never looked more tore up
but my passion they
warm to
I guessed you won't
believe me, so i kept the pictures
in a box
they don't like
me
and i don't like them
but we get along-
our
understanding is as loathsome as the political climate
but why should i care, i'm here ain't i?
hate streams from
our eyes cause no one is smart enough to stop the dreary
incomprehensible sameness
of days
we are always peeking out windows
time isn't anything to us --lifetimes come and go
i have always gotten my way through them all and what of it?
you don't let me and that's what sets you apart
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