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Nov 2014
When I feel the world knows it.
When I can't, the world knows it too.
My veins pulse electricity.
I'm buzzing inside.
A little like a muddled bumble bee,
trying to find pollen blown along on winter's draught.
Blown astray.
Outside, so cold.
Inside, I burn.
Penetrated by past phantoms.
Mesmerized by memories, that linger much too long.
Emitting body language,
It's crying out.
Unintentionally.
F**K Off and leave me alone!
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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