13 February 2015

Deja Vu

My heart does a blackflip, my mind a turnaround. One shrug, one smile.. That laugh, some sound. Peculiar likeness to a time.

Like a jolt, a current of realisations running through my skin, buzzing through my thighs, my arms, my insides. Some particular high.

Like the moment before a kiss, endless wait. Too soon, too late.

Is there a purpose to madness? Some sickness, some sadness. Ethereal gladness, a heart full of hadness.

Haveness, hapless.
Lose a poem, choose a poem.

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