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Growing In and Out

A spirit in hand, with a weight in mind.

By AnthonyPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Self-reflected in the dark; dreams, aspiration and limitations or, craziness in a sleep state.

How do I awake or move, at least?

Peace is in pieces, as fleeting thoughts send me bursts of king wildness and passion to explode free while, fleeting me, gathers dreams to freely be happy as I achieve nothing in my sleep.

And then I sleep while you sing my praises as I live, love and fight in a dream that is my life until I cannot sleep.

I awake two years older every morning and have the dreams of a child.

sad poetry
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