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Don’t be on the ends, the fringes
It’s where all the stupid shit lays
I happen
To know that the edge of my insanity
Is a bit farther away each drink she takes
Without warning
My blood becomes a warm, septic pool
And my heart seems to slow to the sweetest pace
Stand back
Thoughts overcrowded with the whats and whys,
The painful miss, of this god awful race

Senryu #217

biting our tongues

a winter fire burns

beneath the kettle

Senryu #212

mental narrative

even the stranger

hears my sarcasm