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- Non-Erotic Poetry
- 7.6.23
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I feel stuck. Wading in mud. Bones creaking, the lines on my face getting deeper. I beg God now. Been begging for so long now. Bring me something new and different. A lifeline to pull me from this slop. Doing the same thing over and over again. Three years here in a town I don't know with people who are suspect. Everywhere I stare out windows and sit in a chair.
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