there’s a melancholy feel that erupts my whole being 

from the tips of my hair to ends of my feet. 

sometimes i don’t know 

what it is. 

is it live? 

longing for the attentiveness of someone else 

other than my own 

sudo euphoric Utopia

i’ve fashioned for myself

from the midst of me digging my own grave? 

is it the fleet footed feeling i get

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