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Ode to naught

Listless airwaves

wreak havoc across

my sun scorched

landscape.

I bend into

snapdragon

position,

lilt like August wheat

and regroup,

regenerate

my amphibious

limbs.

But I am not bold

or strong

or any of those things

that you said

when you were trying

to talk me back

from the precipice

of my jagged mind.

I am pigeon toed

and meek,

stuffing sticky sweet

secrets

into the cracks

of my palms

and turning my face away

from the lights.

I am not,

I am not

any of those things

that you said,

but I'm trying;

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Written by

cali

American

Published: Sep 11, 2015
LinesWords: 3394

Tags: #love #depression

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