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 Oct 2018 Anamika megan
we keep on going back
to the places where we once lost everything
hoping for a different end
 Oct 2018 Anamika megan
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)

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