Poetry that doesn’t rhyme is a fucking waste of time
[I'm wasting time here]
dribbling on the page.
It’s all over isn’t it.
Thank God for that, was starting to drag
lover turns to recreation which turns to obsession which turns into occupation which takes over
your mind
your thoughts
your life
and you realize
that living life
waiting for you to come to your senses
living [...]

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The storm has ended
the fall that went on for ever has gone on forever and is now complete.
The rain has stopped smashing cold hard hammer blows
and the fire which engulfed us all has engulfed us all and we are now just ash and the fire has burnt itself out.
The war to end all wars has [...]

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