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Essential Compulsion

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry



Is what we need really all we need?


Submitted:Jan 8, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


My mind,
The calamity;
Convulsion.
I need to escape.

My body,
Plagued,
And frantic.
I need to run.

My heart,
Mutilated,
Until ruptured.
I need an alternative.

My throat,
Substantial,
Silenced.
I need another box.

I need!
I need....
I need?
I need.

To no avail.





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