Teasing;
life contorts ability
...to
simply
make sense...
Playing cards fall fast
slicing and dicing
emotions;
once were brave
finally, now
she surpresses no longer
the pulsating pains ready to burst.
Today skies punish in black,
wicked winds
taunt crazy out to play
with a crack of light
temptations are tasted
and she is no more;
herself.
Author notes
whatever you say, just dont beat it up, i havent written in a long time and recently it started coming again 
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There is a release of kinds to this piece, or a feeling of not having to play a part in who she isn't for other people. Beautifully done. best to you poet
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This is fantastic.
I really enjoyed this. In a weird way, I think I understand it.
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thanks darl.. it came from me feeling so mental hahahahaha
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No need to beat it up cause it's fab sis!! Love the abstract feel to this.. and the sense of release. Sometimes it's great not to be yourself anymore...
♥
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