The Seed

Once the seed has been planted

it is hard to escape.

The echos of a thought

somewhere deep in your mind

beginning to surface.

On the tip of your tongue

they will not leave you alone

until you act on your impulses.

Quit your job

Run away

Tell her you hate her fucking guts

Cut your wrists

Tell her you love her

Stop trying so fucking hard

Oh boy, It’s going to be a long life

keeping all this tame and quiet.

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