Slipping year
fallen star..
Looking mirror
through
the silent distant,
never ever an always
seemingly after…
Crawling the steps
up hill climb
one toe leads
those others
in a slow frontal movement
a head of the others
throughout
slow moving time…
Damn you’ve
just gotta hate
this rhyme…
i dedicate this piece
the fat bitch
in the VVC school library…
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