Die Freie Welt

Poems. Stories. Thoughts. That kinda thing.

08 August 2006

Unhungry

Why don’t I get the rest of things out of the car?

Or smoke a cigarette


How could I unlove you?


Give the anorexic girls a mirror with

A

Crack

Down the middle


Give me something to cry about

If this smile doesn’t go away


I think I’ll go to bed

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