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Too Young For The World
You Need To Go Home
Greatly inspired by Lou Val’s Mi Amor
She wanted to vanish, to scurry, to wiggle
She wanted to purr, to fall, to feel
She wanted to
She didn’t even know what she wanted
She lived it, oh she outlived it
Playback autobiographies
Munching other’s trophies
Burdensome history
Troublesome curiosity
She remained
Innocent
prudent
Patient
Poetry nourishment
Reading and reading
Writing and writing
Offline, fine arts
Open hearts
Out of the library, intuitions bleeding in her guts
In between regret and forget
The Golden turned grey the retriever turned haunted
Greyhound pacing and pacing
And she’s chasing
Sprinting in the turmoil of thoughts
No finish lines
No price at all to pay
No goals, no familial phone-calls
No-nos are rhyming and she’s dancing in someone else's flames
