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Somedays I wrote words but letters slipped away lost beyond my grip reaching and fetching Somedays I wrote words then shoved them away uncased under the bed searching and vexing Somedays I wrote words letting emotions prevail as the cord strangled   levelling and curling Somedays I wrote words presented with numbers joints of joy and peace trespassing and pleading Somedays I wrote words as a moniker hiding phases a face on my lost arms materialising, internalising Somedays I wrote words of a deep reflective past and a sickening existence passing days, pressing mazes Today I don't want to hide neither compartmentalise nor capitalise the future It's all the now, the me
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
It's all the now the me
Somedays I wrote words but letters slipped away lost beyond my grip reaching and fetching Somedays I wrote words then shoved them away uncased under the bed searching and vexing Somedays I wrote words letting emotions prevail as the cord strangled   levelling and curling Somedays I wrote words presented with numbers joints of joy and peace trespassing and pleading Somedays I wrote words as a moniker hiding phases a face on my lost arms materialising, internalising Somedays I wrote words of a deep reflective past and a sickening existence passing days, pressing mazes Today I don't want to hide neither compartmentalise nor capitalise the future It's all the now, the me
SassyJ
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
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