It's isolating
cold and dirty
slippery when spoken
a hole when silenced
takes peace and
empties it with the noise
of a garbage disposable
grinding to bits the seed
that was to grow
Can we move on from here
the pollution is suffocating
boiling up with tears that
won't come
dehydrated it is this place
ground unfertile to grow
Can we move on from here
I hate it here
it's dark the sun doesn't shine
words misspoken descend
like storm clouds
detonating lightning
wiping out connection
Please can we move on
I cannot...
I cannot stay
not here, not with you
not now
Please let me move on
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