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Foetal positioned in the womb of her ampersand,
a child to the connected string of unholy clauses,
always adding more and more and more
and,
and,
and,
stuck in the expectation to carry on,
creaked and crusting under the weight of the words
you promise you’d put back after you used them.
It’s getting hard to distinguish between rest and end.








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 Dec 2014 ollphéist
David Moss
Anti-hedonist
Ruthlessly honest



I'll wrack through your brain
Without guilt
Without shame


Until we can see
Change in you and me




I'm something you've lost
Through lifes biggest regrets
I'm something you need
Even if you don't know it.




I will never forsake you
If you understand time
The brave seek me out
The meek stay in line


The old don't have time for me
The rest think they're still young
To understand my power
Could shift generations to come



I am something you make
Yet don't actually exist
I can drive you insane
If wrong; sorely missed!



Don't try to abuse me
Just give me a voice
I am your silent, humble savior



I am yours



I am





Choice.
Riddles are hard to write. I have a greater appreciation for Batman's 'Riddler' now. XD
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