or the man who
fakes his own suicide but
still no one reads his work
don’t look for a lesson here
don’t consider yourself to be
drawn in the image of anyone’s god
what november feels like
is failure
all shades of grey
reduced to one
all flags in shreds
in tatters
and what good were they going
to do you anyway?
if nothing is burned
then no one will be warm
history is full of witches just
waiting to give birth to you
the highways are full of dogs
just waiting to eat the afterbirth
the best you can hope for in
a nation of whores and
addicts is to fail
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