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Monday, 19 September 2011

I'd better rename the last one.

I miss feeling.
Like I'm meaning.
Something to you, squeezing.
My throat, wheezing.
Breathing.
Is so hard now.
Like I've been barred now.
See these scars how.
The flare in the dark.
Every beat of my heart.
Skipping.
Slipping.
Away.
On the day.
I look to the sky.
See the moon collide.
With the sun tonight.
And take flight.
From a burning world.
I destroyed myself.
And myself destroyed.
Totally void.
Of emotion.
Like an ocean.
That is frozen.
No shifting tides.
Nowhere to hide.
On plains of ice.
From your cold shoulder.
When I'm older.
I may thaw.
But until then, I'll stay flawed.
-H

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