Work

blurred become defined lines

all that time in winding

lives combining

find myself trying

chest gripped in prying

as extroverted lying

 

The white tree

as I flee

from what I used to be

earning p

disconnected from 

reality?

the real me?

a novelty to these

who come in peace

stupid trousers and

gritted teeth

 

creativity

 

communication of 

lived sensations

of adulation or

forced elation

procrastination

 

wasted

 

pasty faced

with lines traced

in eyes aged

from time erased

 

I’m done

moving on

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