Erie
Erie is so leftto truly find erie
you must see no
withering metal,
left on his
wooden bed,
erie left after
his lashes made
unnatural love,
right now he's
desperate for it's
warmth again,
for erie left
wondering where he's at,
erie is stumbling into
the kitchen for soup,
Erie is so left
to truly find him
you must see no sun light,
left behind the
old market towered
on each side,
erie left to ask
the regulars through
sign language,
right now in search
to find his rescue
down the party aisles,
for erie left
wondering where he's at,
erie is stumbling into the park for,
Erie is so left
to truly find him
you must see no dry tears
on his crimson heart metal,
left by yesterdays
80 proof salvation,
erie left yellow
cascading falls on the
wall before punching out,
right back he gulps
today’s summer potion
next to his iron pillow,
erie no longer marches
to the stars he's home
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76477-OEM-0011903-00102Luis G. Pizarro II
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