My mind on cement;
5 minutes of glorious wit,
A happy meal's virtue in a hobo's stare,
Candy-cane jollies everywhere.
Broken fingers bleed limestone,
Frosted breath, desperation
in a cunning blood sport:
A baggy full of bombs.
Car-jacked leaf-blown
Silence, lying on her back,
Semi pulled dazedly over her
Angel.
Deep sickles of remorse
I have, undaunted feelings
and emotions for her
Predicament.
Cement on my mind.
Please, never again.
I can do anything I want, so why don't I do something?
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