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You want me to speak... to talk,
though tongue sets sail to high reap... urge self to halt;
How do I lie...
when tragic truth tears up both eyes?
I comply...
and try I do,
scurrying with scissors in this ridiculous game;
mine cry,
and cry I'm unwilling to,
push down struggles spy,
hungry acrid... pray lasts as days few flu;
but... don't one second forget,
everyone gets high on something when mind is set.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
