Is It Poetry
On Choosing A Freak - Poem by Is It Poetry
When you do.
Continue to dream, dreams of it.
It is the freak,
inside you it swelled.
dream of it the exact same way,
or it most openly will.
for the hand long in deep sleep.
Both are stubbornly strong.
Both are not strong enough.
It does not stop.
Having to have,
what one said that you have.
Most never had what you've got.
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