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A Summer Day Sky at the Ivan Power Plant

by Troi Speaks 4 years ago in sad poetry
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Mid-air combustion of birds and thoughts of you.

When I fall asleep to the subtle smell of smoke

I still think of how

strange and wonderful

being friends still was but in the end

I cheated myself, like I knew I would.

Remember I told ya

all I do is hurt people babe

yeah It’s a drag it’s a fucking shame

so it’s probably best we only say goodbye

with words; I’ve lived more than a thousand live and now

I’m comfortable in black.

So you can walk away and take the day with you

It’s ok, I’m grown and

whatever fuckery we became

has to be left alone.

So even though a small part of me hopes you’ll miss me the way you miss Amy

I will not cry on the kitchen floor for you.

sad poetry

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Troi Speaks

this account is old and trash and of the work I shared is too. Which is fine, for this, because this is at list something- albeit its not great and I don't take this page/site too seriously but! it is proof, and dated, out in the open

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