My old haunts
seen from broken eyes.
Memories always sunlight.
Happiness even from horror
on this broken day.
Broken soul,and beauty everywhere seen.
The corruption that chemicals play on us.
And only from corruption do we really live to see,to feel
alive again.
But so broken.
Mate,
I write for you today.
all this bullshit
a tragifest.
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