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At home In The Lowdowns

so low
I've crawled into a hole
well beneath
my dank, slimey soul

oh! dark is abandonment
and so cold,
the heart that put me here,
frozen, on hold

I don't like it
a great frustration
fighting it is futile,so,
I settle in for the duration

an interior light
keeps me sane (?)
an interior life,
there to mock, scoff, and blame

it is a crying shame
to say I'm OK
in this self made hole
where I've lain many a'day

what can I say?
it scares me no more
truth be told
I'm just freakin' bored!

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