just a hollow kind of want
03.27.04
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too hot and too cold
looking for something that
isn't there

i will stare at the sky
'til it shows me something worth waiting for

swollen purple clouds
ink on my skin like a brand

these are all things that
one day
i will run from
one day

how do you know
when the poem is finished?
i used to think
it was when i felt peace

no peace now