Joy of over

when it is over
it is not over the ocean
over some hill
over the brick wall of another sleeping pill
it is closer
It takes over me
and I can’t ignore it
as if it wasn’t meant to coexist

look
woman
it is written in blood vessels
all over my stone-faced patience

of course, there is no forgiveness
just waiting around
thus I have been silent
rushing it wakes memories
nevertheless
I must leave you to another
fucking
boy scout


 

 

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