TH (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

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I am slowly dying
I rather be alone
my fantasies ran out
I am left with no hands
I am here
I judged and became judged
I would rather run out
than give anyone a chance
to persuade my ill matched soul

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you know you are amazingly complete within/with you. a nice poem it is