DXXIX

leaky faucet

drip

drip

I just was riding the drift

same

same

power game

building blocks

one

two

three

your lungs full of rage

STOP

shouting at me

I did not ask for fame

forget my name

No

you will not piss on my grave

I’m camouflaged

disappearing

into

dust

disappointment

I will not make appointment

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