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Twice lost, one soul appeared, unbidden,
Ambushed, in plain sight.
Results?     All hidden.
As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.
I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul,
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.
My engine had an inner working, impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.
It was bad enough to have her occupy every minute of my brain's time.  She ignored me like an Olympic class apathetic, but my feet, those damnable devices of divination, could find her like a dowser's wand.  I began to see this as open hostilities on the part of my angels and muses, to torture my animal so.  Fighting to be heard, fighting to be seen, forced to always find and helpless to engage the enemy at such unexpected close quarters.
Have you ever felt empty
Have you ever felt numb
Have you ever felt blurry
Have you ever felt dumb

                                                         ­                    Have you ever  felt broken
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt betrayed
                                                      ­                       Have you ever felt barren
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt decayed

Have you ever felt anxious
Have you ever felt vacant
Have you ever felt darkness
Have you ever felt dormant

                                                      ­                       Have you ever felt shallow
                                                       ­                      Have you ever felt bleary
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt hollow
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt like **me
what is not
may seem what is
an innocent thought
small things we miss

what we want is all we hear
ignorant masks to hide our faces
but don't be fooled again my dear
ugly things hide in beautiful places
She* ran, and they ran after her.
It's common, they said.

She's exclusive, and he wants her
It's common, they said.

Of course she's not human,
she's a goddess, they said.
Must act like one,
conform as such.

And It's common, they said.

Shouldn't earn, she's too good for that;
just marry a man!
He'll keep you happy and secure,
which you can't do yourself.

Eat less, be a skeleton, be beautiful, they said.
that's the way you will get a man to buy you, they said.

Be a product irresistible,
and be rewarded;
The brain is unimportant.

And it's all common, they said.

She's beautiful, she's awesome.
She's got fatter don't you think? Eww.
She's so ugly, she doesn't deserve him.
Oh heavens!

Superficial appearance is all that matters, They said.
**And it's all very common, they said.
P.S.: This is a very spontaneous work.
P.P.S.: I am a feminist, and proudly so.
True love hides behind her smile.
Can't you see it?
I wanted to thank you
for being everything
to me whenever
I had nothing to
call my own.

You didn't just
get me out of a "rut."

You saved me
from the empty,
soulless shell in which
I was about to
become.
This is for the people that have helped me and have had my back. I will always be there for you all as well.
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