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So I don't push everyone away from me
I push myself away from everyone
I stomp on the ground with all my might
So that I may create fissures where I could fall and disappear
I would run a river between us, letting the earth erode
Until we are both severed by precipices
I drape myself over thick blankets and close all openings
To smother all the lights dead until what's left is...
Only Black.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
