hide in the creep

we see the end

of the week

our hopes come out

disconnected we

go a million different places

wanting to be part of the

party that apparently

is being celebrated by everybody

the mushrooms has them seeing stars

and they’re going tunnel deep

hiding adult themes

into childish things

that we

better not speak

of or we will see

a deeper underlining

that will only creep

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  1. A somewhat dark undertone to this poem.

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