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Infinite

How We All Feel the Majority of the Time

By Nonnah FainPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Iridescence,Commodity,Spirit.

Given what we know and

what we so desperately

need to adhere in order

to Continue,

Give way,

Establish...-

-Flourish even.

Reaching in the magician's

sac of infinity,

our selfishness

floods with deceit and

urgency, how

Cryptic,Skewed,Restless.

Given what we know and

so desperately need to

Choose,Release,Settle.

Lost in infinity,

fresh air is all I ask.

Take me to a place

where I can breathe.

Give me a sense of rest in where

I am, to give

confusion up

and a way out.

Take me, I beg you.

Until ALL I am is

Iridescence,Commodity,Spirit.

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About the Creator

Nonnah Fain

My muse is mental health. I get a high off of writing. I write about everything, we are all walking stories.

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