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Lee Jul 19
I can’t move,
I can’t wake up
I’m screaming for you.
Shake me
Slap me (if you can without hate)
Wake me up
But my brain dropped the gate
Lee Jul 19
Residue of a storm, left behind and round.
A spa for those who croak.
Nature's water fountain for those too small to ask.
A vacation in rock. Minor invertebrate have a home.
More adding into; a ripple effect.
Bespattered by its surrounding walls, some clear instead.

A new stand laced up, a day to face.
A stride cut off by some plash, the sky!
Dark and your steps now dampened too deep.
Look at it this way, the earth had a laugh.
The best you can do is entertain it.
I actually wrote this piece in middle school, I don't write poems this long unless I force myself to do so, so it's cool to see a peak into what I can do if I focus.
Lee Jul 19
I’m Sorry, Sorry,
I know it’s lost the meaning.
I promise I know other words.
Or you could Rip out a rib or two,
Please leave me bleeding.

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