NothingA Poem by audrie
The time
the place to make the space to make or steal to f**k up or feel but not for long the time to steal but not to kneel or cave or crack or bend or slack the change in time that makes me mine and once the old stale blood disintegrates there will be nothing left to hate nothing at stake the place to make or take or steal the stamp that creates the true, true feel It's perforating and debilitating maybe I'm hallucinating drifting towards something I have everything and nothing
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Added on May 15, 2014Last Updated on May 16, 2014 AuthoraudrieAboutI am a social worker and an artist. I am by no means a professional writer but enjoy doing it now and again. I am all about peace, balance and harmony. Looking forward to reading all sorts of stuff.. more..Writing
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