i play throw and catch with the bile in my throat,
burning my passages as it's forced out once more.
i must not stop until the scale goes down,
lower and lower, until i become weightless.
i'm defined by a number,
i won't stop playing throw and catch.
not until the weight disappears,
not until i disappear.
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Tangles of the Mind
PoesíaAn array of poems and excerpts from a soul finding their journey through complications; searching for themself.