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Hot girls aren’t funny, can’t be funny
That’s what you said
Rich red
On my face
Like the fist of wit
More painful than I admit.
Without you
I’ll sweat hysterical
Wax lyrical
Think satirical.
Is this how you wanted things to unfold
Is this how our story is told
Pirouette in retrospect, my head lacks structure
Sleep lacklustre
Mind abductor.
But my life is defined
By the daily grind
On some humid train
Sweat ingrained.
My first steps weren’t towards you
Weren’t for you
So I’ll ignore you
But lying in bed here
All I want is all that you are.
About the Creator
Emma Clark
Emma likes words. Sometimes she creates art made up of words.
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