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Population Isolated (30, May 2011)
It gets harder to tell,
What I said a moment ago.
Against the wall,
This black hole eats me whole.
Fall over myself,
Swallow my heart.
A hint of cancer.
Slit my throat,
I bleed of grey.
Nothing's real,
No matter how I pray.
What I said a moment ago.
Against the wall,
This black hole eats me whole.
Fall over myself,
Swallow my heart.
A hint of cancer.
Slit my throat,
I bleed of grey.
Nothing's real,
No matter how I pray.
Published 7th May 2015
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7th May 2015 7:02pm
Great poem. Short and to the point, but with emotion subtly hidden. Very nice write.
