cursing down the may be's
trying to blow off will be's
here i stand
like a helpless drop
taken out of the sea
surrounded by the blackness
wanting to clean off the poison
but nothing i see
craving under my skin
covering me with gorogginess
who would have thought
it would be him
blithely ignoring the crescendos
trying to walk back down the path
but it had made me blemish
holding me with all its might
i try to slip apart.
wishing it's just a droop
exuded it seems
but that's how it always have been
call me fugitive
but i m not letting it be.
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