my life so far is a blast of shits. no achievements. no, nothing. i kept thinking that maybe i was born for a phlegmatic life.
i scribbled some shits last night: (people, go easy on me on this one oyat?)
it was the silence of night
that destroyed me. unwanting,
unsure, it's there before me. not
the bangling of my metal chandeliers
not even the strike of my
neighbors clubfoot. it was him--
the silence that killed my peace.
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