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 Sep 2022 Lexie
 Sep 2022 Lexie
i feel like i am circling the drain
 Nov 2021 Lexie
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 Feb 2021 Lexie
Caroline Shank
I have a head full of bitter
change.  Shake me gently
or it will fall out.  Do you
like me enough to tally
the aged money?

You are a stream where
people go to pray.  The
Ganges of the soul.  Weary
of the candles floating on
the prayers of lesser sinners
you ask only for confession.

You send the lighted candles
downstream.  Forgiveness
is not for the weak, and
shy of life's detritus

you weary of all things that
I leave on the edge of
sorrow.  Oh! River of my
Old age why do you

need me?

Caroline Shank
 Feb 2021 Lexie
 Feb 2021 Lexie
Oh how I wish
to understand the
enigma of
Loving and Unloving;
You and I

#pleasesupport #kabiyatra #instapage #poems
 Oct 2020 Lexie
Caitlin Faykus
They told me that it's all in my head
And they were right
It is all in my head...
And my heart
And my veins,
It's in my stomach
My arms and my legs
It's immobilizing my muscles
And deteriorating my skin
So yes- they were right
But they left a few things out
Not only is it in my head
It's now completely taken over every single part
That makes me

This is Depression
 Sep 2020 Lexie
Legacy: Part II
 Sep 2020 Lexie
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
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