Scrounge Poem by Austin Hardison

Scrounge



i love you; do you?
you hate me; i do too.
i scrounge off your pretty words,
your excrement is my sustenence.
my heaven is your hell,
where were you when i fell?
my pain is internal,
and my happiness external.

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3/24/12.
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