byAlessia Brio©

it's over
abundance of will waning
weightless tug of worth
push pinning hopes
pining away
pulling - back and forth
through days free
falling through the wisp
per wants born naked
in dark nested need
full, filling the still life
less touch and go; story
dying before our berth

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