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Sep 2019
sometimes if I stare hard enough

I see things in static

like there are minuscule,

vibrating atoms

dancing in place.

I believe I'm in a dream.

I don't really exist here.

instead,

Iā€™m being blinded

by a transparent haze.

what is this place?

if I close my eyes,

clear my mind,

take slow,

deep,

breaths,

count from ten,

will I open them and see?

see who the atoms are dancing for?




or are they only dancing for me?
new to writing, first short poem
Written by
Erin M  29/F
(29/F)   
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   shamamama
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