Why think in the space of my own dimensions
The four corners that close me in
They retain their shape
And overpower mine
If only, the taste of it
Swallows me whole
Its grasp forgetting mercy
Does its grip give it peace?
While taking away mine?
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I hate reading your stuff! its not fair to get me into a writers block... grrr...
ReplyDeletelol jk, really great i liked this one a lot tho ur right it is a little dark. no worries tho that happens when overly stressed