I set myself

In black, in white

In blood, in ink

In blots, my life

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stuck

These rusted wheels

My spinning heels

My one, two, three

All Faustian deals

tangled

What’s found and lost

I’ve kept and tossed

This tempest girl

And a thousand thoughts

Muffled

My tongue is tired

yet still the words swirl

around things left unsaid

under papers and pearls

Overwhelmed

When rooms are small

and brimming with noise,

I feel it pressing in.

Filling my lungs

and stealing my poise,

the smiles stain my skin.

89. Inevitable

I knew you’d smile

I knew you’d laugh

I knew I’d lose

my heart in half

88. Wrinkle

I walked my ways

through happy days

No troubles knew

Till I met you