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You who are too easily impressed-I want nothing to do with you.
Each shred of sentience in your brain
Through my intestines have passed through.
I mean I’ve shat more witty words
Than you have thought or moved to write.
I mean I am more like blue birds
While you’re a moth chasing dim lights.
Come my way once more and I’ll pluck
Your wings and toss you, trash you are.
I’ve gone and run out of all my fucks.
And my words, for you, are far too smart.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-06-04 at 16:59
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