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unconnectable


my call goes out across the seas

it echos back to no one but me

a cry of love that’s never heard

an idea that can’t be that absurd 

 

i reach out my hand, stretching miles

my arms gets tired after a while

inside it goes, back to safety

back to always saying maybe

 

i feel like i’m unconnectable 

and that my fate is inescapable 

my hands are rough my knees are skinned 

it’s time i stopped looking for a win

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lilboothy

I write poetry to deal with how I'm feeling. I'm not published, I just like to share my work.

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