Dear Neglectful Lover
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Akira Crease, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2014
dear neglectful lover
dear neglectful lover when will I stop waiting, when will I stop this window being a prism of erge, sour substance deludes me, when will one of these internal ligaments fit my poetic spine of straight posture, i am stooped in this feverish bordom enlighten me, repetition made sunsets a being of obedience a system of need,
dear neglectful lover when will i stop calling youth a restriction when will my poncho of porcelain plasma come of, does development bleed a growth, will it ever bleed,
dear neglectful lover why want you seduce me, dear neglectful lover when will I feel for filament the ligaments of grabbing hovering on the sour substance of this air,
oxygenated walls around my delicate system of sanity , dear neglectful lover when will these undistinguished poems present them selves, come out of there cuffs of stillness, magicians of nothingness stuck in nothingness disappearance
dear neglectful lover, dear veteran of depth, do you love me I suffocate in a tasteless tear a swarming falsehood of emotion
i feel empty, what hollowness of the soul how naked it is,
were is this reasoning, should I write love sonnets to simplicity, will the undistinguished poem be found in the cuff of my delicate mind in the genuine idiocy of conciseness.