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Tuesday 14 June 2011

My second attempt at a pantoum poem - Getting the hang of this!

I know I will be alright, I am sure of it. 
I just need these pills to take their course. 
The tears will stop eventually. 
The pieces will magnetically come together again. 

I just need these pills to take their course. 
These emotions need to take flight. 
The pieces will magnetically come together again. 
It’s for the best, we’ve all agreed. 

These emotions need to take flight. 
This cycle repeats itself cunningly. 
It’s for the best, we’ve all agreed. 
Dulled and catatonic.

This cycle repeats itself cunningly. 
Help is all I can seek. 
Dulled and catatonic. 
My skin needs to shed to bring new beginnings. 

Help is all I can seek. 
The tears will stop eventually. 
My skin needs to shed to bring new beginnings. 
I know I will be alright. I’m sure of it. 

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