the sound of distortion.
ringed stains on the fake wood.
i feel right at home here.
it's true that she never left home.
it's also true that she never shook my hand.
i could never understand women
but i guess i never really tried.
men don't wait for things.
not the good ones.
they take and take
and when the taking is done, they celebrate with wine and feast.
do i have dandruff?
am i ugly?
i can't speak for anyone but myself,
but i have a longing for the countryside.
we weren't made to meet other people.
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