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Percentage You
I wonder of 100,
How much of you I've seen,
I've seen your 2 or 10 percent,
As you have seen of me.
I wonder if you'll trust me,
With 10 percent more you,
Say 20 percent total,
Ill give the same to you.
I wonder if my percent me
would be safe with you,
No reassurance? Give it back!
Lets keep it back at 2.
Tuesday 5th June 2018 8:44 am
Control
Intense thick clouds obscuring vision,
Pre planned malice yet no thought given,
A mess of unplaced thoughts surround
Logic whispers but i wont listen
The calm that follows leaves air so thick
A lack of focus a clearing mist
A wind that blows me from where i came
And ignorance is mine again
Exhausting though this place may be
This clouded space is part of me
To leave i need a place of...
Saturday 3rd March 2018 11:40 pm
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