Journal Turmoil pt III: Dust

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Extended Poetry

As the days trot by

As water flows into rivers

Gardens shrink down to weeds

Books are consumed

Pens dry to dust

I still cannot make out

The essence in the day

The chemistry to summer afternoons

As the days bleed through the paper

Scarred into my journal

Words turn into pages

Pages into thoughts and dreams

Waiting is a way of life

A way of coping through neglect

Poison

Scandal

Caress

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