A fly presciently
lands
.
tickles
.
.
desiccates
The feeling of loneliness
Below what you thought possible
past the last broken experience
Deeper than physical pain could describe
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Our minds are a powerful force
To love with out love in return
An empty barrel to be scraped
People feel inferior because we are
We always try to measure up to this imperfect standard
.
Eye Needles
Stones in our shoes
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