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Fractals

 
Let me look for salvation in a cigarette.
I pinch the filter off – what's the point?

Four drinks in and I still haven't found
the unsaid words that will free me.

I want to be me, but I can't. I got lost
somewhere between what you said and what I didn't.

Is my voice audible over the static?
Test me, one two three. I can take it, if you hold me.

I could do it alone, but I don't want to.



Written by Tristique
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