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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