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Spilling Verses

Befall me ; hope
for my hands
had not planned
to lose their grip
on your heart.
recall me grace
for my soul
wishes to behold
what has been lost
and forgotten in time.

Mulling around in my skull
is a condensing pull;
a stranglehold,
and though my dull thoughts
still lull me to sleep
every night
I find this deperate plight
in my dreams
splitting seams;
slight beams of discovery;
how lovely laced lines
of a wilted rose
still rest
on the tip of my tongue.

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  • markhadafairday
    markhadafairdayalmost 4 years ago


  • thank you very much Mark!

    – Nathan Emery

  • kashmirecho
    kashmirechoalmost 4 years ago

    One of my favs from you so far! This is really good :)

  • thank you very much for supporting me!

    – Nathan Emery

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