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Jul 2015
perhaps this feeling
is the concern
I've been searching
desperately for

maybe I've warped
what it means
when an individual
breaks skin

there's a chance
this obtuseness
is quite acute
sense of caring

I've lost all sense
of what I was before
you won't see me
through hoops again

but perhaps it is
in the way that
I suffer, that
I find romance

there is beauty
in all things
the opposite if it
no exception

it hurts to exist
but the pain
soon becomes
symphony of sorts

and one needs
the orchestra
as massive as
it can possibly be

I will become
the music
of my being

I will move
ever forward
with

the blowing
of the
winds
I yearn for progression
EJ Aghassi
Written by
EJ Aghassi  31/M/Palm Desert, CA
(31/M/Palm Desert, CA)   
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