My days are numbered
How many I have left, I know not
But what I can tell you is that
Today is day 6598
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So many for such a short time
That whizzes by without my knowledge
How is it that here I can drink
But am not trusted to drive my young carcass from one side of town to the other legally?
How can I have destroyed so much
Coerced so many flowers into withering
With the broken toys in my hands?
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So I melt into the shadows
Being me only intermittently
Peeking out from behind the curtain
Like a shy child
Watching you be satisfied with the faded version of me
You call Coralie
23/04/2015
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