Poem -
look close
when everyone were rewriting
what ever came to their unsettle minds
to him
the real way back
in his youthÂ
he died while standing near the train tracks
waiting to be pushedÂ
yes he waited
they will come to repeat his fall
repeatedly
all blank pages
over and over to fill
the reasons all blank
once thoughtÂ
yet no understandingÂ
confused muttering whatever
thoughts out to their minds
it was quick
 a fumble
of words on wordsÂ
can you follow him
has he arrived on time Â
this is the note
​​​​​​
the same fucking thing daily repeated
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