i can’t wait to get drunk again
and write about my pathetically
sad gut wrenching lack of love life
when i had nothing else to give
i gave it all away…like a whore….
i guess i was expecting love in return…
they must have thought there was
an endless supply…they must have thought
i was some kind of goddess whore…
funny….but my love never died…
even when you tried to bury it…
i hope this heart made of blood clots
and broken arrows will someday
flow again
so i don’t wind up here roaming
around….like a pathetic sad ghost
writing sad pathetic poetry…
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 
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