Dont
don't feel
don't
don't know real

the days go by
some are true
mundane
some
just burn
like a flame

somedays
are insane
somedays
I'm iin pain

whats the gain
another day
thats what

another day

so to tommorrow
say

there is no way
no way
to get there

no way
but dispare

Forget me
Forget you

nothing

Nothing
is realy true

to me or you

we live in a vacum
of suck
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Datakon

Lives alone off the grid plays in a rock jazz ‘n’ roll band grow organic vegetables Fishes hunts and gather’s cuts wood for heat has two cats cracker and coon former IT director second life...First life landscape designer more…

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"Suck by Datakon" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2018. Web. 24 Apr. 2018. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46939>.

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