now we are dragging scared razor blades across the concrete
next to a beach one one cares about anymore.
so wield a surfboard against infinite dread and loneliness.
good luck
you stink and
you suck.
dumb damn dread
another greyscale night at the
toll booth
another night in the stink pit
it ends like new jersey
it ends quiet
like its supposed to.
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