Samantha Bolden

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A New day dawns
I open my eyes
And the sun humiliates me
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I'm standing Here
In Front of the rollercoaster
And it feels like I'm amputated by life
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Christmas, the most beautiful word in the world
Peace is wishful thinking
But when you and I start doing something good
Maybe Christmas will stay the
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I will stop here
I'm not going away
I See crows
At this distant place
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My uncle has died
He no longer wanted to be alive
He is sunken Into the abyss of death
And I cannot follow him
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The poet called fog is back

A psychopomp
Visits me
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Words are hard to find
Especially if you flush
Them down the Golden Toilet
Rat poets are in the sewers
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I'm slithering through the snake pit
My eye lashes are parched
In a solipsistic world
In which the anti-me exists
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I play with my bones
Piling them up

If you pull one out
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I pile up layer upon layer of insomnia
Broken bones
Teeth destroyed
My life-shattered
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The cat sneezes
And the cupboards are shaking

Blue, deep blue is the
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Calendulae, Calendulae
Everywhere are gold for me
They suck away my worries
I eternally be thankful and linked to them
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