they fit together so nicely
like a backbone
a collection of freakish parts
the x-rays,
they don't lie.
i saw straight through you
and your collection
of
jagged
friends.
they smile upon
a discolored trend
cramming themselves
into that photo booth
you call life
i am the piece not pictured
left out
lacking use
a social coccyx
NB @ 10:04 AM
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no one ever writes me.
where are all the ghosts?
in the graves where they belong.
And I thought you hated anonymous comments?
coccyx.
Oh how anatomy turns me on.
guess you burned all your bridges...your fan club has disbanded
i wouldn't call it a fan club
it was more like a collection of people who were nice to me
for a price...
i came up short one day and lost.
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