Putrid Poem by derek dudek

Putrid



-I can still smell the hatred spewing from your pores-
-positively unimpressed with all my vicious contradictions-
-I AM-

-lowly-

-vacant-

&

-untouchable-

-feel me lie, with every ounce of integrity-

-I AM-

-yours to hold-
-closing in on everlasting-

-TWO of a kind-
\-sacred & relentless-/

-regret the catastrophic elegance of-
*EVERYTHING*

Friday, September 6, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: jealousy
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derek dudek

derek dudek

Milwaukee
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