Saturday, May 26, 2018

Sucks

escapades in logic
a poem

I weeld rock with sheeny pain
Dark words stab my failures

I am a creator of black Sartre

Without God Sartre borrowed
Rock to laugh at men here

Disco blackness pains me
War
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