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Shivers
Climbs
Like steps
Hear
Thuds
like skipping stones
Stepped on
And Stamped on
The stampede
Has my stamp on
I led you here
Hurt you here
And wondered
Why
You were no longer there
I asked you
To ask yourself
If you wanted this
But I wanted you to want to
I wanted you to want two
Wishing on rainbows
And pot bellied
Gold basins
Crafted by a god
That I do not know
Thinking I am god
Do I not know
That I am like a dog
When I eat and drink and sleep
And slyly say things without meaning
And have a mind but am not mindful
Don't I care that I do not care
That wind makes things move
And if I am not moved
I cannot move you
I am not
So humble
Or kind
Or correct
Or strong
I am just trying
and that is all I can do
Just typing
About all the things I should do
Head spinning
And eyes growing heavy
Seeing double
Lillies in the breeze
I remember
Yes I remember
When it was all a breeze
Summer fades and snow falls
Through the cracks you see I am cracked
As tears fall as I stand
Against you
Fighting you
When I should be
Fighting for you
Killing my own Prince
Slaying my own General
Hurting the one who would never hurt me
If I would not be hurt myself
So goodbye little world
And little people
See you when I see you
And not just your bodies and shells and fake flaking fires
This is what it isn't
And its all nothing but everything
And this means a little less than it means
And speaks for more than is spoken for
And the veil lifts
A little bit
Every day
The veil
Slids
And slides away
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