And I cannot

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And I cannot read poetry
For the lyrics sing to my heart
And leave me aching
Too touched, moved
For any action
This bursting sensation
This inspiration
Fills the cracks and pushes past the walls
Leaving me staring into an abyss
So familiar that I don’t recognize it’s face
So foreign that it sits inside me as an integral aspect of my soul

Copyright AdrieneCrimson 2013

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