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Q Nov 2014
in this rigid space
neck deep in thundering fumes
that flame my veins
invade my insides
and in between the realms of existence
we see
past reflected in raindrops of light
tainted with eager
jets of hues
black and blue
again forefronted with the unbreakable
hold existing deep within

*s.q.
Q Aug 2016
it's not something in my power
a force all its own
i look you in the eyes
and i'm no longer grown

a child, it feels, has awoken within
only one thing it needs
only one end to win
if need be i'll plead
give me your love, love


*s.q.

— The End —