Line
Cornered in your semblance,
Shattered into the past,
Force yourself to see resemblance,
To what you thought would last,
Must be important,
Must be infantile,
Must be imported,
Or maybe stay a while,
Now feel like a must,
Please feel like a need,
Don’t feel the need to rush,
Just feel me tug your sleeve,
You’ll find in the dust,
Finally feel like a must,
Copyright © Addysen Suon | Year Posted 2026
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