Being

hold me why don’t you

for a short while. 30 minute break.

whilst these papers,

forced at my chest, barricade

my heart. these tasks,

without devotion,

are meaningless it seems.

getting me to places in which

i don’t want to be. let me love

and shake paper cuts of red,

come sweet, slice me up.

simply in wooden bed or leave,

back to metal forests,

and hide in branch machines?

we all know but can’t face

screams. to escape routine,

and love ourselves for Being.

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