
In eternal twilight I live
Not asking for anything
Only by demanding from myself
Things no one ever dreamed of
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Hidden in the darkest recesses of their minds
This is why
They tend to sneak, squirm, stoop, and scoop up
The best parts for themselves
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Without knowing that
Skimming over deep waters
Requires
Resilience, robustness, repentance
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For all the din
Drumming in the tiny tin world
From the upper class
Biting the lower lip
-
As a result
Of yesterday’s crunchy cringe
At too many credentials
Squealing in the backdrop
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Of the common folks’ faults
Causing a stir
In someone
Not used to the view of it
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May – August 2022
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


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