Distraction

in poetry •  6 years ago 

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I could sit and defile or run my brain for a mile.

I could rest, I say quit.
but my dreams would not exist.
— always after what I miss.

Imagination if it exist.
— the unexpected kiss.
already holding all that I wish
but it’s mist.

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