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Mar 2012
A glance from you is a seed of kudzu.
The madness spreads,
wrapping around each tree,
gripping it in a panic.

This is not healthy.
I use you like I would pop pills
to forget about things
I don't like about my existence.

Can you lose yourself
within yourself?

when I sit alone,
I wish the forest of my life would burn.
I would light the match,
and I could once again
see the sky.
Alissa Rogers
Written by
Alissa Rogers  The Lonely Mountain, NC
(The Lonely Mountain, NC)   
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