fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

dreamt

i lay awake, fast asleepdrifting slowly, through the deepinner painwith little gainfinding anguish, where dreams meet.

angst

Trembling slowlyAwaitingThe newsAs fate creepsSlowlyTo your disconnectedYou.

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