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My chest hurts
It’s the weighted chest pain
That’s hardest to explain
The interwoven, the lingering
It spins a web across every day
It’s the fog you learn to see through
Because you can’t get away
Never the needle in your eye
The thorn in your side
It’s the routine of soft pain
The clingy sting for life
It’s the dull ache
Freedom, but on a leash
Your mother's kiss with tee...
Monday 11th August 2025 10:29 am
When the World is Not Enough
You pick up the trees and you wave them like fans
But her face continues to sweat.
You unravel the ground and you drain it of soil
But her stomach never rounds,
Her mouth remains open.
You bottle up the ocean till all water is extinct
Yet she continues to faint of thirst.
You take life from the earth,
You remove breath from the world
And she continues to perform still bi...
Saturday 21st May 2016 4:59 pm
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