strange tales from hard times
Monday, April 21
the lonely
I throw myself into the river and
I drown cause I can't swim.
My body floats to the sea but
My filth will climb the stream.
I sink myself into the dusk and
I come as I watch you swim.
Your guts float to the sea but
No one will hear you scream.
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