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Slowly
by
T L Taylor
Slowly my
mind condenses
Around one thought
Slowly a picture begins to form,
A negative develops
Again it is you, again I ask why
It is not good, it is not right
Still, there you are; still, you fill me
I know you love, I know you think
Of someone else, and not me
Why then do you consume?
Why then do you condemn?
I did not choose, I did not ask
Still, there you are; still, you fill me
Last thought, first thought
Even almost every other thought
I cannot keep you out
You will not let me in
Slowly my mind condenses
Slowly a picture begins to form
Slowly I will drift away
Slowly you will forget I exist
Slowly I will be no more
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