I live on, needed,
this unshakable feeling
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I live on, needed,
this unshakable feeling
…
I hold my tongue in a vice
Speaking only in my head
Not wishing to start fires
I may not be able to extinguish
Wishing I could remind you…
Start on your left. Easy.
Like you’re reading the first line on a page.
Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
Upside down it waits
Dried bundle of stems and petals hanging
Under harsh incandescence
No longer meant for this place
Blooms given near full year past
…
Like dried hanging bloomsKept fondly for far too longHow hard the soft turn Dried memory husksCrumble with these old flowersAt my lightest touch (Related: Free form exploration of the concept — Dried Memory)