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It's the word quip
Such a subtle gesture
Yet the voices ring in solemn roar
For what an entity will become
Are words cast upon the atmospheric canvas
Which we speak upon
And to those we hold dear
Dropping skill is only for those so near
And when we grab the night we thrust
Only we love to those we trust.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.