This Is Poem by Jamie Dewyer

This Is



waste
and sleep for days till
sleep no longer
looks like pain

somewhere warmer
there is freedom
there is wanting
w/out greed

name the trigger
lose an hour
weep in meadows
long and gone

these disiples
walk behind us
webs grow stronger
in her lies

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