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I fell down amid the streets  got up dusted myself wishing  noone had seen how I have been wishing a path to light beyond this wrath to fight beyond  this aftermath  but nothing so far wishing for  the next turn after this heavy run  that can predict  that the fall can be fun wishing for lesser bleed that doesn't stain the meed but only calms down the greed within that speaks of being sober  wishing for greater stride when I climb down  the mountain of pride while I see faces that grinched  at me over and over wishing fate to debate until after the slate to be wiped clean from constant slaughter wishing pain to be part of very much everything so that you  aren't left alone under a sad looking stone  *pic courtesy pinterest art collection

Stay

If you may..
As I say.
Lying under the pile of hay..
Hiding from the wrath of a sunny day.
Stay..
For there are promises to pay.
Stay..
For there was heaviness in your may.
Stay..
For a wanderer can loose his way.
Stay..
For all I know is loneliness is the actual prey.
Stay..
For an irreversible wait can delay..
Chaotic stains are kept just for display
Hands stretched out..
Until they give out a nervous prick.
Wounds left open.
Until they ease on their fatal stink.
This stay was never meant..
To follow the broken.
Good thing..
You never did stay.
As what’s left out..
Now is some ashes of your last smoke..
In this pale looking ashtray.

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