Fragmented thoughts of a fragmented mind

02 Oct 2014

happy poetry day

how do we hold on
when there is no beginning and an end
how do I let go
of a hand I never had

but stories are ruthlessly binding
despite skipping the now and then
how does one unfold the words
without the pages to bend

because I promised myself that I will publish my poetry even if it sucks

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