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Poetry, Uncategorized

The path of a social deviant,

limitless qualms and little agreement,

It’s hard to be stable

if you’ve never stopped grieving.

I never were whole,

Not since you stopped breathing –

It’s sleepless nights

And lonely evenings,

It’s troubled thoughts,

It’s countless demons,

It’s constant rain

Forecast this season.

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