Nothing I tried that was familiar satisfied me. So I turned to words and they did. Again, I'm no poet but I submitted something so there!!
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This need, like air and sun,
and sustenance
entwined within my roots
A dream, my dream.
it colors the eyes
and skin
and words
It feeds guilt
and joy
and action
unsatisfied
It’s so big in this tiny place of me
drowning out indulgence
distracting me from the tale I know
Can you sense it?
Ally, break free with me
You won this week! Poet or not I think this is genuine and beautiful.
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