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a poem for ChelSea
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Pedestals. feeling indifferent,
thinking convicted,
if not for you, then me,
because things, somehow, got twisted,
a self inflicted, loss of interest,
it's prison,
as i feel condemned,
i compromised myself,
for someone else,
because, seldom, did i ever listen,
as intuition spoke,
i chose,
to be blind,
in my reasoning,
caught up in desire,
for her,
halfway between here and there,
cluttered in my head,
expressions,
dimensions of a human being,
aspects, of feeling,
as always, resulting in,
a life in question,
hung in the balance,
sensing my loss,
for all,
i couldn't tell,
her.
