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An uninspiring poem

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crossed legs/crossed arms

Rest until there is no feeling of the limbs

sitting in a bag/hazy sense of pretzel energy

Tired of being Tired

running home to an empty garage

to be lonely and comforted by aloneness

a sense of hiding in the cold/afraid of warmth

cautious of happiness

genuinely disingenuous

the taking in of uppers and the taking in of downers

in to go up and down at the same time

sliding along the outside of heart/ just passing by




One Response to “An uninspiring poem”

  1. Ian Says:

    Nice poem.

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