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I fear,
from the abyss of my heart,
that though your choice lay within your grip,
it would pick my demon,
it would be my own rival, yet an ally
it would choose the obvious,
the road taken by all...
I fear,
from my bones crawling up to my skin...
That though it is I who lusts your attention,
who listens,
who repeats that every word you say,
in my head;
so that I don't miss anything...
It is I...
Yet your choice may be my demon;
that same demon that doesn't care,
that hears yet doesn't hearken,
that sees yet doesn't notice.
In such a way,
the world is unfair, unjust;
But I guess that "God" just has his ways,
doesn't he?
Yet again I say this,
but he's just simply and placidly,
Inexistent...
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
