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Silk laden smoothness exudes the spirit,
Extending through the fingers and exposing my flesh,
Rough exterior but knowing mentality,
Skillfully putting me together.
Laughing eyes surround years of worry,
Flame red evoking youth,
A real Pollyanna Wittier,
Embodying all that I wish to rely on.
I watch you from what seems afar,
Feeling the moment but let it pass,
Conventions not allowing me to express,
Heart thumping against me still.
For I know, I see what you had been,
And wanted to take you for myself,
Crisp pieces pushing me down with pins,
Your energy unable to be tapped.
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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.