peterpanini
Do you know where the doors lead?
The locked doors
the doors without keys.
Hiding away the hypothetical filing cabinets,
the probable clutter
a waste of curiosity.
One time I got a brand new big screen TV. It was awesome, and then my drunken neighbor shattered it. I hate that guy.
Boo hoo,
what do I do,
life's a 2.
Don't you know, it's a lot of wasted energy to hate.
It was a very heavy purse,
must have been twenty pounds,
that bag,
and such a small thing holding it shut.
Annie hit her head on the dashboard
and now she's dead.
A bagel! That's not lunch, it's a bagel!
I can't do it
they will all leave me
in this cold place.
I'm alone
plagued by my ambushing thoughts.
There they were in the sleepy bed,
a groggy head
woke up and said,
"What was that?"
and flew away.
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