Rants of a deranged squirrel.

Poetry #08: 748.2153

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #8. The publish date is approximate.]


seven days a week, we were one
four eyes saw the purity between
eight months we shared our souls
two times a day, we shared our bodies
one bad night to bring it down
five cuts remembering the pain
three years to rid myself of your memory

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