hate this place
how do you escape yourself? Beer. Lots of feckin’ beer.
I am here. And I left And went there.
I hated it too. So I packed my bag And sent my arse to a third
And it was worse than the first. Same after same, Wherever I went
Was the specter Of me — The shadow
Violet violence In a heart made for Love but doomed
To Be Alone.
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