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Wednesday, December 22
We were 2 wrongs tucked up in bed that night.
Heaving around,
Fighting loves good fight.
You sink into your need, and it all becomes clear.
Can fear beget desire,
With this stranger so near?
A terrible truth, came out like the rest in law.
So near, yet so far,
Do you realise it’s war?
You sink into your need, and confusion abounds
All animals need to feed,
But should we hunt with the hounds?
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Heaving around,
Fighting loves good fight.
You sink into your need, and it all becomes clear.
Can fear beget desire,
With this stranger so near?
A terrible truth, came out like the rest in law.
So near, yet so far,
Do you realise it’s war?
You sink into your need, and confusion abounds
All animals need to feed,
But should we hunt with the hounds?
Friday, December 17
I seem to need to peel the layers off myself,
Leave the bones stained bare by the wind.
Do you feel a necessity to know yourself,
You obsessed with what should be within?
A process that can only damage my self,
Out there’s a world that herds and leaves.
And there are other souls like your self,
Who do you think of when you’re down on your knees?
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Leave the bones stained bare by the wind.
Do you feel a necessity to know yourself,
You obsessed with what should be within?
A process that can only damage my self,
Out there’s a world that herds and leaves.
And there are other souls like your self,
Who do you think of when you’re down on your knees?
Thursday, December 16
Putting the poetry into movement
Burning miles into the air
Desperate for improvement
See me flicking back my hair
Walls colour my imagination
Seen through torque of skin
Almost love with concentration
The contortionist's dreams are thin
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Burning miles into the air
Desperate for improvement
See me flicking back my hair
Walls colour my imagination
Seen through torque of skin
Almost love with concentration
The contortionist's dreams are thin
