Poetry

Skyler


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27 february 2012

To Be Untitled

pacing in these drab thoughts
racing past the moment parts
seeing wishes as they fall forward and out
nodding faces as they cloud and fade
this temptation ascents to full force
tipping over past dizzy spurts
denied the baser of instant instinct 
set free into this trap that breaths
the pressure has no release
there is nothing
there is no one
this is loneliness
this is denial
I am these
I am untitled






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