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Thoughts
- Words - Observations
by Kelly Morse |
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| I have to attempt,
to try, or die Grab a spark Or smother Fall into the big chair Winding the devil wraps Himself, herself, itself Slams realness into being bigger Crams you in a corner Till you're small Smaller then all & Empty, & hollow Dug out, full of empty Goodness skips away Happily off, to find A knew Body Yes i cringed when i saw the bottle waiver, Tip, then drain till empty Only to fill a frame Then whimper Then fight The only love it never really knew |
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