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Not My Last
Falling through the windows,
Exposing myself to the world.
I wait for silence,
And the temporary grows.
I ask for nothing,
Nothing but to live my life
Away from suffering
And all consuming strife.
Can't you see . . .
What this world has done to me?
Revolving doorways and temporary winds.
Alighted feelings and monographic skin.
How can I tell you . . .
What I’m really feeling?
Today I saw you and my world flew out the door.
My head is reeling and I can't take anymore.
Can someone help me?
I don’t want to repeat the past.
This place I left before,
I don’t want it to be my last.
