Brains are mushy
Beliefs are questions
Values are clay
Still to be molded
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Number heartbeats
Wonder if they
Equal me
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I am a box
Missing a side
Does that make me
A triangle?
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Or just easy
To fill with points
To fill with ideas
To fill with lies
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Doubled and quick
Chest cracking to
Rush and empty me
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I am a hole
Forever deep
Swallowing attention
Swallowing me
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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