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It Should Be So Simple

Instead of writing my 612th post on this blog


I think


I’ll take


A


Nap.





You parasites go feast on another mind for the night.


Because mine needs


Some beauty sleep.




But come back tomorrow


When I am hungry for some attention


In this lonely world


Again . . .


Come back tomorrow . . . and really see who I am


Let me show you


Because that’s what so many of us want,


don’t we?


To be seen and heard . . .


It should be so simple . . .



So come back tomorrow

And show me love

Give me my roses

And let me


Feed you my soul.


Nom nom nom.


-C.H.



 
 
 

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