THE NORM
Who is this thief?
Who is this stealer of hope,
giver of despair,
breeder of coldness.
Ah the fire of the cold.
How are you, Mam?
Mam, breast fed by life.
How about some coffee or candy
to ease that pain. Don't
sugarcoat me with honeysuckle
reality lies. Leaving me the good deed
of living with myself. Misery
is in great company with me,
leaving me naked with no
shelter from the storm.
Touch me where it hurts.
Strike out and rise above this norm.
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