Aside INside – Twisted Prose

a credence given fly,

alone doesn’t seem the same,

a voodoo that isn’t me,

something that couldn’t be,

windows without doors,

houses without floors,



it stood beside me,

while I waited,

or did I,

maybe I was lost,

maybe I wasn’t anything,

degrade me,

be me,

I am nothing,

yet you be,

while I,

I am me…

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