The soup was a disaster
seeming holy, misleading
always flavor escaping
I put on a blanket and
snuck past some beautiful girls.
I had to get away.
Outside was like living in a wet dog.
Already two imaginary fights
and a third one on the way.
How I shivered! The blanket was shaped like a man
How did they end up on my patio?
My patio is everything broken.
Someone screamed; a splinter
sympathy everywhere, automatic.
Splinters hurt. What should I have done?
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