My name is anomie
and I have a starved core.
My emotions are scribbled
by a hand that's lost blood
and no longer aspires,
hence the lack in its love.
And I'd kiss you
but I can't prepare anyone
for my whirlwind
and so all they say is "go home",
but I haven't met myself yet.
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Bethany Louise Rose
15th September 2015
@ 6:45 pm
