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Nov 2013
I am I am I am.
Am I, or does it all rest in the old cellar
Of resigned wishes and clawed fingertips
Reaching toward all things unattainable?

I am I am I am.
Am I, or is it merely the deceiving sky
Raining ice crystals on my heavy heart?
On moist cement I wait with curled knees.

I am I am I am.
Am I, or shall I call the old lover in hopes
Of receiving the closure that never came?
Apathy is my love. Solitude is my love.

I am I am I am.
nin-esque
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