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kind hands Feb 28
this rubiks cube
is spinning & dancing
and im always ******* grasping

empty hands
clasp again
im tired of this grey noose

house of straw
built once more
or will it take root

share your words
share your thoughts
help me navigate
kind hands Feb 25
this nauseating numbness
eats away
day after day

endless
relentless
repressive
scream

and still
the water drips
tipping me
from restless

ripping me
towards a man
whos broken and helpless

it wears me down
screaming
hoarse and breathless

it dont change
day after day

grab it
but i cant catch it
its my life
and its passing me by

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