The Annoyance
6:44 AM (15 hours ago)
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I cling to love
chase it down the hallway
as it
tries to run away.
When I feel
even the distant chance
of love
I spin into words
hungry, building dreams.
Èven when it
lives in a body that's
fading, I won't
let it alone,
I ignore its will.
The world, the cold,
The world of cold
won't let me make
a quiet poem of it.
chase it down the hallway
as it
tries to run away.
When I feel
even the distant chance
of love
I spin into words
hungry, building dreams.
Èven when it
lives in a body that's
fading, I won't
let it alone,
I ignore its will.
The world, the cold,
The world of cold
won't let me make
a quiet poem of it.
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