Poem
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Poem
Shadoe Lass
Do I have monopoly
on the words that come from me?
When do they get owned,
by someone else for free?
Do I have a destiny,
preferably one within reach?
Or am I a walking tomb,
just swallowing dreams.
Am I wallowing in dreams?
Am I swimming in the deep?
Or is that the weight of being alone:
the same as being free.
Am I something fresh: clean?;
something more than just ME.
I think I've traveled the whole road
and now the signs just repeat.
Can you sign this repeat?
That only made sense to me.
I know I've given up hope--
that's what's left for you to see.
As I slur and blur and reword my speech,
One thing to realise and be.
I'm finally just a drone..
Hallow, wordless, devoid of *\(._.)/* ... Empty.
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