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Mar 2015 · 375
Would you just.....
ella Mar 2015
Words  like rocks are hurled at me.

Buried

Concepts like lightening strikes, crack my head.

Split

An elastic tongue, with no thought, hooks itself.

Immobile

Two ears catch fire.

Peace
I wrote this poem in response to a friend who when he speaks can not stop, and I am left feeling overwhelmed and almost abused. I now realise that this friend may have bipolar and is not aware and cannot help themselves.
Mar 2015 · 1.2k
Rockpool Cafe
ella Mar 2015
Rays
***** fingernails
coffee
sundress, sunhat
Sunday morning
Mar 2015 · 470
Sundress
ella Mar 2015
Tangerine, green, white
and yellow
Pentagonal patterns
where stars meet sun

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