Please... in My Poetry Slams
- April 14, 2018, 3:25 a.m.
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- Public
I need someone to listen very carefully.
Take me to the edges of the world.
And hold my hand without a word.
While I unleash this bottomless scream.
I feel like I’m going to implode
My body becoming a singularity
Every atom compacting until, until, until
There’s nothing left
Nothing left except for the taste of my name on your tongue.
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