Bad Habits
By Sam Freek
Chamber of horrors hit my ears
Rickety frames surround my face
Salt smacks my lips
Then I battle beyond the stars
Created myself some bad habits
Without a rest I switch heads
The decaying door was left open
Relentless mania introduces itself
Dislike for the mundane ceremony
Functions created from radical formsĀ
This information looks inviting
I get a compelling urge to run
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