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Hunger mistaken for thirst

 

wake up in pain
expecting the worst
mind driving again
you’re reassured

fine tune frequencies 
they still work
everything’s alright
life continues

aching you feel
doesn’t subside 
it only finds
new places to hide

obscure pleasures
continue their work
extreme measures
appear practical
 
dailyness takes 
what it claims it deserves
leaving you scratching at night
a hunger mistaken for thirst

 

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Janell at the NYPL ►

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Martin Elder

Thu 30th Aug 2018 17:31

I particularly love the last stanza which could almost stand up on its own. Marvellous Robert

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