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Sunday, August 16, 2009


My feelings are not words, so
my small hands grasp for
a way to express this
jumbled and knotted thing
that lives inside of me.
My feelings, however, stay
out of reach, and my
fingers clasp empty air,
useless in their

Next up- liquid & gas. Maybe plasma :D
Yes, another poem about how I suck at explaining things.

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