at times dull. at times lone.
jokes aside, no way home.
i lost it and it goes on,
i hear weeps through my window.
i'm all blackened as widowed,
as weed stirs my limb on .
i teared, none to lean on.
oh life's trap, too tarnished.
too spotted to vanish.
and my hands held in prayer,
my love is a mayor
of Hopelessville.
seems
like horror begins,
too pressured,my nose bleeds.
hopelessville
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