Poetry pill
numbing chill
awaken from your drugged slumber.
Decreasing will
wha
I want to say something,
but I don't have the
Someone come take me
Anyone will do
Someone talk to
I know that the wine dripping from my heart sometimes
It alludes us at will.
Coming, going, breathing for short
You can call it one thing.
I'll just call it another.
But
I sit and stare to see,
what it is inside
Trying hard to be misplaced,
I had no choice,
I
Ah yes,
A familiar sensation,
is coming from this season of
I'm so unsure of the things you feel
when words
Breathe in the thickness felt in this place,
exhale it
I hear you tapping at my door,
softly rhythmic yet
When will I accept
The fate handed to me?
The
Being alone must be alright
in a room that is as
Save your money for the plans you so desire.
Now
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