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bite your spine
and break your lip
count the dead stars lining your axons
but don't bother keeping track
just go back to the beginning every time
one, one, one
split apart like apple halves
the seeds couldn't germinate
and everything became decay
even the full words
which was more of a surprise than the empty ones
toughening up
but you can't find the right combination
of lifts and squats and numbers
to rid your mind of what you were or
what you are-no it's mostly what you used to be
you don't know the worst
and break your lip
count the dead stars lining your axons
but don't bother keeping track
just go back to the beginning every time
one, one, one
split apart like apple halves
the seeds couldn't germinate
and everything became decay
even the full words
which was more of a surprise than the empty ones
toughening up
but you can't find the right combination
of lifts and squats and numbers
to rid your mind of what you were or
what you are-no it's mostly what you used to be
you don't know the worst
And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you that I won't go away today.
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Ah the question of identity. Something that everyone struggles with. I'm not sure we ever stop being who we were and become who we are suppose to be. Maybe we are just meant to always be who we were searching for who were are meant to be. Just a thought.
But lovely poem with even lovelier words
But lovely poem with even lovelier words