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Caption: "Early Days"
4 months ago · · poem,
An accident of mine brought us together.
No way to tell who did it,
Must’ve been the wind, or the weather.
5,000 things spilled on the floor,
That was yours,
And your only instinct? To record it.
Post the video, too
So the fans can consume
And leave their replies, like “abort it”.
At the things that they say,
You take comments away
But that doesn't mean they weren’t there
Creepy fans in the dark
Creepy DM’s and remarks
And still, you do not seem to care.
No, the problem's the source,
Should be taken down by force
But still, stubbornly you will not stop it.
And you’re making more green,
Silver dollars, coins gleam,
Every week, see if you can top it.
But yes, it’s my fault, not yours
That your money-filled drawers
Are laced with the pain of my past.
And you frown at the screen,
At the silence of screams,
Say “if you didn’t want to, just ask”.