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Banele Msimango Sep 2018
The date is unknown
The day these seeds were planted.
Rooted in pain no one else could bare.
Never ending huggs from gravity
My heart is heavy
The air I breath makes me feel hollow
Maybe if I could stop breathing
Maybe then I'd feel better
But I know that would place you out of sight
I guess this is to say, "you are my reason"
You, the reason I breath
Ryan O'Leary Apr 2022
Deepression

Pending on how profound
one is capable of going in
thought it's in these depths
one finds pearls of wisdom
hidden beneath sediment
which when stirred upsets
the mechanics of the mind.

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