Poetry · Writing

static feelings

that for which i feel

i know to be real

can no longer peel

thee electric eel

probably shouldn’t go to deep,

i remember now

had a long fall

eggs over easy

greatest loss of all time

g-eazy;

i know i could have been a little better

stay in an wear cozy sweaters

stay in an write love letters,

that for which i feel

i know to be real

cast away myself

for there i am wilson

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