Machine1

Box Cutter

She said feed me.
Leave me
Dried leaf stain
Looking through a blurred window pain
Injection infection perfection.
You see, I got no pull
But pull me and life could just be free.
Just pull me.

27 Feb This entry was written by Roy at 10:00 am, filed under Poems.

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