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poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I'd like to know, If I let go
Will you still be able to reach me

Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow
At times this life is peachy

But at times sad, at times oppresive
Over emotion I am obsessive

It sweeps over me, and I breath in deep
So deep my senses fall alseep

It dulls me, dims me, makes me cry
It casts me out and blinds my eye

It washes, cleanses, constorts my soul
Deformed I am, yet human, whole