Augustine Sheek Poems

Claw at the dirt

Warm and distant glass distorts what i cant find.
Seeking my heart,
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The distant breeze calls for me
pulling me drifting
deeper and deeper
until i see the nothing but the whispers
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I am nervous and weak
I can feel my heart beat
as I muster up the courage for you to see me.
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I swear it to be false I swear it to be gone I swear it wont happen again, ascends my voice as I quietly scream at my pen.
Don’t make me write it, don’t you dare I don’t love him, now stop the stare!
It is over don’t you see.
He has a girlfriend, so there is no me.
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