reluctance
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foaming in the throat
I dragged myself
over sand
dunes knotted
asphalt
pulling
the me that is not mine
Can you imagine what it would mean
Were I to follow you in the hunt?
Were I to put my hollow dreams
Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.
I walk into this empty hearted hall.
My steps heavy, my chest hollow.
My core shakes with mourning...
Nobody knows I am forever stuck in tergiversation.
I stand before myself, under siege with my reflection,
