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The sinner, is in her
On the ledge of a cliff
There was a time awhile back
When she could’ve flipped the script
But she caved and got swallowed up
By a Freudian slip
Showered her feelings
Till the very last drip
But when it was all said and done
She lay still in her crypt
 Jun 2021
Brumous
Reaching out,
what was out of reach
the mountain of air
built by the ignorant, I
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                            a waterfall
forms an empty sea

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shouts of anguish
                         , whispers

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               m e

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a faucet
with nothing to;
bleed

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n(a)ive girl
weeping from the sounds
of mockery
I feel so angry, sad and I hate myself.

As irritating as it is, I can't seem to cry even if I want to.

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