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Scribble
I can't speak natural hankering affectivity,
Otherwise a pen begins writing out my encumbered mind,
Scribbling uncontrollably; it flows like lava from a volcano,
A scorching of withheld expressions, yet these pages are bandages for healing.
A metaphoric hug cuddling curious eyes,
Pasted along by their word of mouth,
Caught with ears which are intrigued,
My unorthodox escape to mental satisfaction.
The poetic brainpower to a emotional rollercoaster,
Will they last?
Will they fade?
Is this destiny?
Copyright ©
David Palmer
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