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01-20-2016, 12:29 AM
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The Clown Prince
Join Date: Apr 2013
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A Cold Winter Night
My heel cracks the puddle that nightfall has frozen to ice
I feel that the struggle has taught me I am not alone in life… I’ve been broken twice, once by alcohol & again by failure The frigid air fends off any fervor leaving my senses endangered I find myself angered by a bottle of Jack I swiped from work After I’m finished I follow that with a flick as I light this herb. My paychecks go to my demons that build a wall against me An empty stomach that will last way beyond next week… Nourishment comes around lunchtime because then…it’s free A few phone calls later, alone again. I’ll find help…eventually The lights are cut & the heat is useless, I’ve been fucked by debt With the eviction in full effect I’ve become high-strung by stress All that I own is thrown in the bed of a truck I can’t do anything but laugh… I climb under the tarp & made myself a bed out of everything I have…
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