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Why do I keep chasing the bone?

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  • therapisttales 12w

    MNTN

    There was this little mountain
    So plain
    No place to hide and seek
    You could live with a top view
    Could enjoy your time of peak
    But then there was this little rabbit
    So in pain
    Waited to get hurt and be tricked.
    Ate the grass always in fear
    As if the mountain was evil and even slick.

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  • therapisttales 33w

    PAUSE

    The longest time I had traveled
    Was the night you ride
    And I had lingered in this chaos
    For any one that gives a dime
    For one more fight

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  • therapisttales 34w

    LIBRA

    Games are in the midst of
    Jumping and bowing
    Fights; getting hurt and hurting
    Is it breaking up with your friend out of envy
    Or getting along with your enemy?
    Maybe you want to taste the seesaw danger.
    Nothing holds you stranger.
    Do you have the strength
    To find yourself in the clouds?
    But you are your own reverse,
    Don’t sew any rips in vain
    It's all you, better or worse.

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  • therapisttales 35w

    LIMITS

    I don't want my freedom to turn into exhaustion
    Like a bird that has died from overeating
    Pushing my stomach to the fullest
    Having too much cargo to fly
    Yet I don't forget my sisters in cages
    Who are born with broken wings
    It is important to set meaningful limits.
    Either with a square or a triangle
    Building doorways in vertices
    Hiding all my secrets.
    Hiding from both eternity and captivity:
    I don’t go round in circles.

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  • therapisttales 35w

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    Are stars vertices to doorways?

  • therapisttales 35w

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    Reading dozens of poems under the same title. Reminds me of 1984. Taking orders, turning corners.

  • therapisttales 35w

    RECKONING

    The sea is beautiful by the shore,
    The sand, when the waves gently hit.
    We together have created a muddy pit.
    Here, you cannot be “me” as much as you want,
    And I cannot turn back to the ground.
    If we want to get out,
    the sands we hold on will fall out.
    If we pretend to be dead,
    the water will call out.
    Do you think it's a coincidence
    for us to meet in the same drip?
    Everybody one day will come to terms
    with the dough they are made of
    When they take of the dress of innocence,
    Adam, Eve and the rib.

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  • therapisttales 35w

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    raindrops are like the footsteps of nothingness

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  • therapisttales 35w

    EXPECTATIONS

    I wrote a fairy tale
    The life erased it
    I was not bewildered,
    Did what I did before

    I wrote a fairy tale
    No one believed it.
    I read it to myself though
    It was kind of wicked.

    I love writing a fairy tale
    Every now and then
    It might sound non-existent
    But it is never too distant.

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  • therapisttales 35w

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    Asking everyone that who they are in sooth
    What about telling yourself the truth?

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