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Sep 2018
"there she goes my beautiful world"
Struggling to formulate a sentence,
I lie bitter and confused.
My beautiful world.

What brought me back from the view,
A long gaze down to nothing.
The last thread,
The only tether.

I let her slip,
And in all my honesty i fail to bring the words,
My beautiful world.

There she goes,
I lay here and i ponder,
But produce i cannot do.
Words cannot cary,
My beautiful world escapes me.

I am sorry.

Blank and nondescript,
Stoic, unaffected.
I cannot hide it.

I love her

I miss her

She loves him

I miss her

There she goes my beauriful world.
Nick cave
Jack Michael Westland
Written by
Jack Michael Westland  Aberdeen, Scotland
(Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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