A Brief Reoccurrence of an Absolute Desire

How am I supposed  to learn

from a whore addicted to the thrill

of living life

the way it should be lived, when

I’m crouching in a corner

whispering for someone to come

and save me, watching all the happy people

put burning paper to their lips.

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