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Where You Begin

The first time

Is a pin prick

To unstitch

Your skin

To feel yourself


You search your being

You are it:

Coursing through yourself

The second time

You search inside

A stranger

Behind the corner shop

You find where he begins


But come back,

Stinking of rot

Void of thought

To feel what?

What are you searching for?

To begin again

And again begin

The third time

You swim in empty bottles

To see if you can drown

To feel…

What was it?


To begin again

And again begin


After sensation

Fear and excitement

Are the same thing

But the more you chase

The farther away it gets

The longer you run numb

Hollow like tin

Until you can begin again

And again begin


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Graham Sherwood

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 14:48

The thrill of new, the disappointment of normal (whatever that is) The addiction to life. Don't regret.

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