Long hair dragging
over your shoulder
Escaping my eyes
over and over
Reshaping my lies
over and over
Proclaiming my rights
over and over
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And the moment of silence
In the cold air of
The moving train
Behind sliding doors
And the moment of pure
Warming drafts like sun rays
Question everything that's gone
With a sliver in what I say
and the glass walls
are nothing
it's myself
to bring
the courage
to talk
and talk
and talk
I fumble my words
I numb the sparks
Then sweep the crisis
Under the rug
Until all that's between
Are the sliding doors
And all that has been
Just preys for more
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Puff
Poetry"i pretended they were pieces of ecstasy, but you didn't even look at me." Puff. Puff-puff. Poetry collection. This collection of poems is standalone from my music (or is it), and is purely poetry. English. Poetry. These poems tackle the different p...
