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The needle
I didn't miss the opportunity I simply shut the window
For if I succeed joy will hold me hostage
As one attempts to communicate the door I close
And the surface is all that exists as if 2 diminesional
I look with old eyes, the rocks shine bright
They're low to the ground like me
I want to cry
Yet I refuse, for it will only tighten the noose
creative juices dissipate for I sit in a gray room that doesn't stimulate
Lurking within the confines of doubt that houses a crow
Squawks in the presence of its host
The low's of the day are creeping into play as an opportunity arises
Oh I crave...
I really crave
My heart says YES
My muscles
Say nay....Another day maybe...I'll say
Perhaps it won't come
A part of me hopes for
I think that part of me is young
That is the needle I fail to dispose
I'm under the impression it's essential and it's how I grow
