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Connor Exodus
Poems
Mar 2016
08:32am
I tell myself that
I don't need the
Speed, or some
Rush that drags
Me discordantly
Soul twitches fast in
A morning rush for
Peaceful dreams,
Which I canβt even
Begin to pursue
She, he, wonβt let
Me drift heartedly,
So weak that could
Perish if I sneeze
Or if I cough
Thereβs a shiver
Thatβs shouting at
Me so harshly and
Coldly but I will tell
It to please, go to bed
#cold
#morning
#speed
#rush
#shiver
#shout
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