665 January 22, 2024January 5, 2024 ~ Edge of Humanity Magazine leaky faucet drip drip I just was riding the drift same same power game building blocks one two three your lungs full of rage STOP shouting at me I did not ask for fame forget my name No you will not piss on my grave I’m camouflaged disappearing into dust disappointment I will not make appointment * * See also: The Hermit Poet’s eBooks on Amazon The Hermit Poet’s eBooks detail info and downloads Share this: Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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