Sometimes
There’s sometimes too much of myself in my own body.
The body parts seperate into different beings
The connections between them shoddy and almost obscene.
There’s the demimonde bodies
Then the mind that’s gone.
These identies are not themselves
They have no homes to return to for help.
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Short but intense poem. First line is wonderful! Thanks for sharing.
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