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Reaching//Slavers Holiday

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By Chick OrlandoPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Androgynous voice, indiscernible rhythm

Patois of a life you wish was yours

It is yours for the taking

All eternity in absolute

Just reach

As it reaches for you

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Oh Monday

I've found you just where I left you

Stuck in the back in the dead of the night

Now I've grit in my eyes,

A cold sweat on my back

A heavy weight wrapping my chest

Pebbles spike the soles of my feet each step

A healthy depression hangs around my neck

Oh Monday

The future is of course; empty

Empty and cut to pieces

But at least I can rely on you

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Chick Orlando

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