LaSt PlAcE kInGs.

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it seems like i've been
here before.

this nowhere which
was
once another when.

(somewhere.)

shadows paint
smiles
across
the blackboard
of
Bleak Memories,

but it’s useless,

because nobody seems
to feel
what I see

Within These
Shallow Depths;

where infant‑thoughts
choke on tears

and starve like third world
citizens
i

n a first‑rate world ruled
by
Last Place Kings, 

who
are
all just Yesterdays Dreams.

(Being
filtered through an
ever
changing present.)

i try recalling a time
when
things were different...

Better,...

but words like Better
and
"Happy" are subjective
cliche's

that never quite capture 
the
essence of anything.

or..
"whens"
which never were but

"could've
been"
perhaps,

had i paid
better
attention or put forth
the
effort

rather
than creating
these
Fictional-Nows

I
currently
drown
in 

while
dreaming of 

a
love that
"was"

but is no more.

(Because
my
Wicked words have
killed
it.)

it..
seems as though i've
been
here before...

this now which is but
"isn't"

because nobody in the
wrongness
of their Rightly-Thinkin
Minds
could ever believe that...

i
was ever
a
Someone...

headed
anywhere.

(bang...)

j.s.h.

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