Poem -
FAKE AT THE END
Really
Take me where you want Ā to goe
but Iāve been there well beforeĀ
talk to me about what you know
but Iāve swallowed that long ago
touch me with a borrowed claw
I will not cut anymoreĀ
Autumn walks in the shadows of seasons hanging low
loves Ā cooling off
oh so far below
Staying in someone elseās surpriseĀ
listen as the breeze
chooses the sacrificeĀ
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 followĀ
me within
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