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I've had roaches
been crawling around for years disgust rising, hands clasping hands and broaches everywhere I go they're everywhere I go slapping them to smears slapping them through the tears why won't they leave? I've emptied the sprays and checked out all the hotels sprinkled the powders gasped when they're in the shower called EVERY one of those guys called THEM twice but they always come back always pouring out the cracks the floor has become a constant trip brown and flowing rustling all nite long days pass, the walls start to fade the only safe place, the bed unmade crested at the bed flowing over,over my head "It Tickles!!" last words to say, lost words of that last day there's no more bed unmade no more me all that's left, resides in a living shade this is no match for the Pale. |
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I've had roaches been crawling around for years disgust rising, hands clasping hands and broaches everywhere I go they're everywhere I go slapping them to smears slapping them through the tears why won't they leave? I've emptied the sprays and checked out all the hotels sprinkled the powders gasped when they're in the shower called EVERY one of those guys called THEM twice but they always come back always pouring out the cracks the floor has become a constant trip brown and flowing rustling all nite long days pass, the walls start to fade the only safe place, the bed unmade crested at the bed flowing over,over my head "It Tickles!!" last words to say, lost words of that last day there's no more bed unmade no more me all that's left, resides in a living shade this is no match for the Pale. 
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I've had roaches been crawling around for years disgust rising, hands clasping hands and broaches everywhere I go they're everywhere I go slapping them to smears slapping them through the tears why won't they leave? I've emptied the sprays and checked out all the hotels sprinkled the powders gasped when they're in the shower called EVERY one of those guys called THEM twice but they always come back always pouring out the cracks the floor has become a constant trip brown and flowing rustling all nite long days pass, the walls start to fade the only safe place, the bed unmade crested at the bed flowing over,over my head "It Tickles!!" last words to say, lost words of that last day there's no more bed unmade no more me all that's left, resides in a living shade this is no match for the Pale.
"big brother"..so well said.. |
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nice write
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Thanks you, all for your responses
 
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Now that's real urban write!!
Any chance you were at anytime from NYC? |
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Now that's real urban write!! Any chance you were at anytime from NYC?
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Making my skin crawl thinking of the invasion-luckily I've never experienced this
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Making my skin crawl thinking of the invasion-luckily I've never experienced this
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