ragged cliffs inside
my thoughts exists,
navigation slows,
ideas missed entirely,
humble beginnings
transform into unlikely
wealthy sisters morning
marching in case of
war with men or with
god forbid, each other;
sympathies abound,
hanging like necklaces
around the necks of
all the forlorn, whilst
the rest of us see no
aggression but do see
a reluctant desire to be
finally released on paper.
20May14
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