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5 Am Thoughts - Not a True Storyi learned today,from cruel words spit in between black teeth,that "sorry don't bring a dead boy home".that please don't raise the dead.and i could recant to youwhat i felt today,as i found myself fold from the weight on my shoulders,from the pain in my heartlike an anchor.but i won't.because i'm the last.i'm the final.and i promised mama thati'd be her redemption.that i wouldn't be another crooked line.another mess she madeanother mess she bore on her hipswith scarsthat hold gently the stories,that she calls through pale whiskey breath,mistakes.
5 AM Thoughts - Even More Shit PoetryI swear.I swear on that day That I saw youI saw you crumble, fall, break, heavingin and outin and outCollapsing into yourselfLike a starI swear.I swear on that nightThat I saw youI saw you twitching, shaking, a constant movementSo unchangeable That I swear on that nightThat you'd move and you'd flowThrough my veinsLike the dredges of rain in a gutterAnd I'd feel it.Like the light from a star.That takes so long to beYet is always thereAnd I swear.I swear on that momentThat I saw youAnd I learned the importanceOf perspective on a seemingly crooked plane,