trapped

by wanting good love

to be part of what should be

never can be

& bad love is all around

zombies feel the hunger

come running slow

hoping

I’ll take what’s on offer

don’t know the difference

between dead or alive

& there was a while there

I took what I could

& did not know that difference

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