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I was asking him where he was about my
I hugged my wound and fell asleep on it
I thought I was a lover and that I was a friend I found cursed you did my past
I am a twig withered over the years
I am full of fear and nostalgia
I am desperate in this world over theI am good with the cruel and God h I am half naughty and half sad
I am the one who died for me, I was happy for years
And she asks who am II honor myself and must be absentThis is me, in short, living alone
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Comments (1)
This comes from such a deep place. Out of so many poems, the first line drew me in. Kept me reading even things I didn't understand...but want to. Urges within me to take the title and paint it a kaleidoscope masterpiece so the world can really see what gift is truly here.