the inner ramblings of a failed dreamer

the fleeting thoughts of my silly self

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19.5.17

Pleading is impossible if you have no words. They sank in the implosion of silence that consumed me

You took the heart from my chest and left me an open wound

And as the salt water tumbled – oh how it burned – a reflection of an October night, 19.5.17

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18.5.17

There, being clay – consider me dull, unformed, lifeless, raw.

I am raw intensity, potential to be a vivid construct of my own Potter

– my first poem, 18.5.17