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Extensive


Overstretched

Bound in confinement

Revolving door

Appealed to the fleeting

Exhaustively desiring the still

Heart spread thin

The majority becomes a monster

What I’m looking for surpasses me

Recognition supposedly springs on me

Hope has comforted me

Panting as I stride in this invisible race

In all this

I have the audacity to look for comfort

But everything is covered

I keep giving more

But somehow I come up with less


 
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