personal poetry
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I feel the rush of anxiety,Adrenaline floods to my head.It sweeps me off my feet,And tosses me onto cloud 10.My head swoons into a merry-go-round spin,A fast-forward of memories that areUnreliable, unerasable, and irreplaceable.I lose grip.Upside down, I watch the sun rise behind our mountain’s climb,Then: Nothing.And I lay motionlessWith weak knees and weak ankles,Swept…
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I miss your eyes, loveand the way they look at melike I am something wonderfulsomeone I never dreamed I’d be I miss your voice, belovedand the way you say my namelike the word is somehow preciousI will never be the same I miss your touch, my dearestand your lips’ soft touch on minethe way the…
