modern day in the shade
feels like hazy, blue, pouring rain
sitting under chipmunk filled trees
watching clouds and thinking about fleas
fleas are small but not as tiny
I am fine, but please, don't mind me
growing tadpoles in the pond
just a patient, won't take long
alcohol is in my blood
inject an overdose
when water floods
the find is dry
she lied again
I don't know why?
I do know when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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