I am long
In the bone
Trying to feel more than I am
Bribing my spirit myself
Breathing my soul
Breaking my spirit for them
Pains in my upper lip
Itching
Forgetting his mind as to its location
Breathing his truth
Yearning for her love
Short lived I am
Short lived we were
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Two Five Nine
PoesíaA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
