Sep 18, 2010

FIRST COME LAST SERVE

Felt unable to fit in a world
of fused retrospectives and
nauseous ideas
full-time nothings rusted.
Short atonic everythings
only staying for a moment
spitted off roofs and
i'm the first one clapping
for myself to quit.
Don't think i'm arrogant to only talk
in first person,
but, i've never felt another one.

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