Blue Vomit


I tire of asking myself “why do I keep doing it”
Over, and over again.
I tire of looking at you as not my friend
Where do I begin, or; where do I end, to,
Pretend that, I am, not affected or, you are mine, or, we
Aren’t each others, or, I don’t, but you do….

I hate me, without you..

-Steve Rich

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About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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