#921632 added October 6, 2017 at 6:57pm Restrictions: None
Decathexis
When I was ignorant and verile
I dreamed I could move mountains for you
There's been a cave in
And apparently it's my fault
Buried in my own emotional rubble
I don't hear anyone digging
It's peaceful, I'll give it that
I'm not in dire need of rescue
No emergency here, waiting
Dreaming decathexis tastes like
Two decades of dirt you made me eat.
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