Strangers tangle through what's left of a brisk September night, falling for the win with skin stuck to warm breaths, seeking, never finding a neverending circle of the chase for the chase of a tattoo with dilated pupils beside Crystal Lake with her black lipstick stuck to the creases of my neck one for the road it's time to go.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
