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Friday, October 25, 2013

(A really short poem from about a year or so ago, enjoy! x)



     It's a funny thing, it is, anger.
     It can be head throbbing, thought-consuming anger leading to tears
     thoughts
     falling from my eyes kissing my cheeks goodbye and
     falling
     falling into the great abyss of the Forgotten World,
     where it joins its mother and father and sister and brother and son and daughter and aunt and uncle and all kinds of relatives in a pool of my angered thoughts.

     Letting them fall away leaves me lightheaded. 
     They take the vibes with them;
     carrying the burden for me,
     suffering for me who can bear to suffer no longer
     And so I cry.
     Wipe my eyes
     Long after they've kissed me goodbye.

(s.n.s)



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