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Sunday Morning,Stale Croissant The perfect blue is always changingSunday Morning,Stale Croissant by ~TimesNewRoman
always moving
finger staining
the perfect blue is always present
in clouds inhaled
on rainy days
The weather is so ominous
she's moving on
voluptuous
You couldn't have thought
that someone like her
would be interested
in dust?
like you?
Summer comes in sheets of sun
layered over
one by one
until you think that you would burn
like touching me
or touching her
I touch myself in scorching weather
skin turned brown
feels like leather
your touch turns girls tropical
with sweat and desire
this sex tourism has to stop
I will not see
the sky, the top
i must reach a destination
predete
Sometimes... Sometimes when I'm lying downSometimes... by ~TimesNewRoman
and staring at the wall
I think of everything I love
and anticipate the fall.
An eternal pessimist
expecting only bad
I try to remember wonderful things
that I used to have.
And no good can come of crying
Depression always multiplying
Overreaction and victimisation
Eternal mental masturbation
What is your problem?
It isn't my fault
Put away your charades
Call it all to a halt
Try to pretend you can blame all the others
You aren't our burden, we aren't your mothers
So what if she's moved on?
So what if she never cared?
You'd think by now you'd be prepared
For the pain of rejection and the stin
Sta.sh
Suffering 
