Poem -
FAKE AT THE END
Really
Take me where you want to goe
but I’ve been there well before
talk to me about what you know
but I’ve swallowed that long ago
touch me with a borrowed claw
I will not cut anymore
Autumn walks in the shadows of seasons hanging low
loves cooling off
oh so far below
Staying in someone else’s surprise
listen as the breeze
chooses the sacrifice
Laying on a kidnap of place
years blending into that face
pieces of other mirrors,making this collage of fear
touch me with the trace
leave me behind that skin
please do not follow
me within
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