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I crawled out of bed Adjusted my thoughts My heart on my sleeve And my stomach in knots I damaged my brain To powder my nose, The abyss of my conscience . . . As the wind blows I grabbed at my gloves Pulled on my pretense Confused and uncertain Why life felt so dense The life that I saw On med after med Now only exists Within Maple’s head In front of you, now Gift wrapped and retouched Hope you like what you see Cause I don’t very much Dressed and well-practiced In subtle charade I’ve nothing but danced This stark masquerade.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
Stomach: Empty - Head: Full
I crawled out of bed Adjusted my thoughts My heart on my sleeve And my stomach in knots I damaged my brain To powder my nose, The abyss of my conscience . . . As the wind blows I grabbed at my gloves Pulled on my pretense Confused and uncertain Why life felt so dense The life that I saw On med after med Now only exists Within Maple’s head In front of you, now Gift wrapped and retouched Hope you like what you see Cause I don’t very much Dressed and well-practiced In subtle charade I’ve nothing but danced This stark masquerade.
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
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Maples
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
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