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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1868302

I need an outlet for this feeling. gah.


Slowly, downwards it travels,
cold and small,
yet so mighty in its sensation.

Trapped.

Look around, nothing.
Flickers, nothing.
chills, nothing.

Alone.

Wait, first light approaches,
birds are chirping,
not so alone.

Wait.

Lingers on, wait.
Distract, wait.
Heavy lids, wait.

Sleep.
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