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SCHEDAR Jul 2021
My nail beds are sore
from all the pressing
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Thank you
Hello Poetry
for this
creative outlet
to grow as
a writer
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
But,
what kind of
time can be told
without art?
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Pretty little wind-up doll
wound up in the wrong hands

Was going through the motions
for too long

Years of tinkering
with her gears

she springs out of control

Repairs include
conserving energy and
resting her joints to
revitalize connectivity

She will no longer
be entertaining in your
playpen

You broke her
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Looking into the distance
of a long, lost existence
A silhouette that once danced to be free
She's so far away from me now
I can hardly
see
SCHEDAR Jun 2021
when I look up
at all the ego I have left
to climb
just to summit victory
a top of a rhyme

Find a phonebooth
jump into a cape
outrun the id
in me,
before it
escapes
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