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About This Poem
Self-Preservation
I’ve completed another day.
What’s the rush in throwing yourself
at another –
When the rooms are cold,
and the lovers are gone
Smiling is hardly representing sanity.
Your picture hanging is messed – see there –
My smiling represents thought
If this goes anywhere – we’ll be trapped
You make me comfortable in small ways –
getting me in
Fill me with your own words – I am made,
Born –
Recreated for a person, to be had in all ways.
What’s the rush at throwing yourself
at another –
They’ll leave anyway because they
recreated themselves –
Why leave someone so perfect? – You ask?!
Hated by their souls, they look into the mirror.
Create yourself – Don’t be created
I’ve completed another day.
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