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Ian spaeth Apr 2019
If I had a moment I'd make a million
Stuck in your eyes
Enticed by a mind so brilliant
Little do they know of my sorrow
With pain felt by none on time that is borrowed
I press my pen to the page and shred it to pieces
Over again till I am left speechless
I focus on her and she appears
Only to confirm all of my fears
She looks in my soul
My eye sheads a tear
It's all in my head
She'll never be here
Juno Mar 18
The Secret Suffering of the soul,
Familiar,
yet so unfamiliar,
Thoughts to far-
From those hurting hearts

so inferior,
to their horrors,
-Stuck-
-Stuck-
in my bedroom

the blind world.
choose to close your eyes.
but, when you turn your heads,
The blood still sheads
Won’t they learn?

How do they do it?
Live in this world,
where right and wrong cannot be told

-JJ
Jan 2025

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