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Nausea
It's calling me
Nausea
Won't leave me
Be
Nausea just becomes me
i kiss your forehead you kiss my neck, we dance as the kettle clicks and we have a nice cup of tea and a sit
Blood spills
and no one cares.
Blood spills
and everyone acts like they always have.
Another rebellion
muzzled by the fists of the state.
But look at the pretty pictures on your scroll. Look at the pretty people in a row as they accept their awards and bow to God and mothers and fathers.
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (7)
God this one hits hard, I can feel the anger in it!
The typical whimsical Paul twist stems right from the title. Nice work, Paul.
It's getting harder and harder to hide these days. My phone dings again and again with news I do not want to read and the headlines I want to see depend on justice that will never come. But 'i kiss your forehead you kiss my neck, we dance as the kettle clicks and we have a nice cup of tea and a sit, is as lovely a bit of writing as I could desire ... so thank you for that, Paul.
Ooft! So good ✨
And I thought it was going to be about a nice experience on drinking tea. I should have known you will turn into horror . You are definitely an expert in bring out horror!
Preach 🙌
Summing up my current existence lol