::I was kind of excited because this one is in the process of being published..so i figured i'd repost..i don't really know why..but that's ok::


I hate this feeling of
wake against the dead.
troubled temptation of
the epitome of free,
the piercing eye with
it's third to hurt,
devouring my essence
of private movement
in a world so open.
gazing upon the bosom of life,
I roll down my lids closing
my view of all to come.

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