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waste of a prelude

I asked her what she wanted
She said
Belonging was the prize
Instead of this desolation
Another set of eyes

I held my hand to my heart
And stifled all his screams
How can I trust him?
I tell me to shove it

I don’t have those kind of dreams


As for my heart

What I want, what I crave like the heart of a fiend, is serenity of mind and soundness of being

What I need is to emerge from the surface of self, see life’s true form, unearth my wealth

What my heart desires
Is gentle excavation.
A mile to run.
Warm reciprocation.