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Martin Einboden


Sitting here within myself
not knowing what to do
severed like a tree branch
that will never become the pew
poverty striken time keeps ticking
and still I have nothing to do
composting soil i feel myself spoil
invisible the wind runs through
my feeling they swell into personal hell
in a way thats left to shame
scared and frightened
my senses heightened
from feelings felt unnamed