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Kylie Dowdy Poem
my voice called out twice,
but i couldn’t stop there,
i wrote about a fatal vice,
your eyes being elsewhere,
it can be named assumption,
but i think it speaks for itself,
my ability to daringly jump in,
while further neglecting myself,
and every time it’s a rapture,
of the patient chasing game,
it’s a bore without a capture,
of soul who’s quite the same,
but i know how to leave it too,
it’s a choice i haven’t yet made,
because it ruins the idea of you,
and the mythology that i’ve laid.
Copyright © kylie dowdy | Year Posted 2025
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