exhibit f
exhibit f

i found my soul in a

dimly lit room

rank with unfiltered cigarette smoke

tired walls

hyper aged by cuss words

stained with residue from weak stomachs

in drunken men

wading through heartbreak

impressions in the carpet

showed where a pool table must have rested heavily for generations

two suede oxfords underneath grey pinstriped pant legs

cut off by shadow

led to an old man i could not see

and i knew

i knew i did not want that life

that life did not want me to live

let me die another day

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