The shape of a face hovers in darkness.


By DaBea | A Daily Dose of Confusion | 25 Feb 2021

lag and lag and lag brain stuck on a single thought train can’t get off this mad ride can’t slip down sleep and deep inside a hole a grain a granule remains of the last shred of decency the last discrepancy we lost and it can’t possibly cost any more this life it’s over and now we’ve turned over and over and over in our graves. Noooo great again hate again stop being so late again. Get with the times get with the time old timer I lay down and my body is soil is the ground they walk on, talk on draw lines in the dirt in circumscribe and resort to violence and while it’s lost on me now…maybe I could have done more

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