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Qrst Apr 2015
ThisIsTheMostContrivedPoemOfAllTimeItHasNoSpacesItDoesNotRhymeEve­ryFirstLetterIsCapitalizedAndItHasNoLinesItKnowsExactlyWhatItIsAn­dItHatesItselfItIsNothingButAHurdlingOnRunningSelfEffacingMasterP­iece
Qrst Apr 2015
these feelings come and go
this inspiration
this moment

I can feel it in my bones
this action
this wholeness

I feel that if I focus
I just might
might know it

But I've got all this in the way
Don't you have it too?
that creeping feeling that no one will
understand you?

It's
tearing at my insides
stealing away my breath
my every last second
is furthered to my death

And
I have to say
I have to get it out
I have to tear it free

if I listen to you
will you please listen to me?

— The End —