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Friday, November 1, 2019

More Lost

I crave attention
Because I am a coward
Constant tension
Rises in the body, stalwart 
And then I fall backwards 
Into the empty void
It is devoid
Of emotions
As it rides the sun rays
The autumn leaves
The spaces in between 
The ugly fates
The rants
My death
Suppresses
A Caress
A friend,
The end!
Posted by Art at 7:58 AM

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