poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Spent hours
how I've spent my hours? sitting in the dark listening to the faint sounds of trains passing by watching kittens at play staring back at me as if I were God washing dishes to save my mother the trouble in the bathtub soaking my despair 29-I-2015
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