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Mercury pillar

The purring of untapped potential

The pouring of constant thought -

It almost seems torrential.

Stormy mind

Not reconciled,

An empire comprising

Of a meek and mindful

Shy poet

With her head in the clouds.

Building her kingdom,

For an invisible crowd.


 
 
 

Maybe I took the brunt of loss so hard Because my expectations of love were out of line?

Did I overstep the mark a touch

With my hedonistic greed for the divine?


 
 
 

We all do the same

We all wear the same

We all say the same

We all play the game

 
 
 

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