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My arms are jagged whips; a rending embrace.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think I�m blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.

This is an unnecessarily essential need.

Written by 13

Published 2nd Sep 2016

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ReflectionOfMe

2nd Sep 2016 12:48pm

I get the sense of having a disconnect with your surroundings. There is a face that you show but it isn't yours. Interesting imagery here.

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4th Sep 2016 8:03am

disconnect is correct. the end of poetry is never absolute.
thank you.

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RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)

15th Sep 2016 7:52pm

There's an ache inside of us all and nothing or nobody can't change it. We have to remove what's internal that makes us want to hide from ourselves.
Dennis this was incredibly written luv...