A Normal Sour Taste.

Well I never!I never have seen a man run like that.

Oh, sour puss. 

What fills you with hatred now? 

You skulk around 

Bury your head

Think of days gone by

Lift your eyes

Try not to cry.

Has your childish abandon deserted you?

Where is that now?

Mouth turned down

Staring straight through the molten turgid ground.

People will say

You remember her right? 

She was the one who always looks miserable. 

The joy-kill bunch of bones and

Wasted life.

You’ve forgotten what excitement feels like.


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