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me too, always

Posted to Action Poetry




the how,
the why
of the wow
in the now
runs off
as quick
as it first
showed
itself

my life
is full
of temporary
momentary
pleasures
pains
and
indifferents
never
remaining
ever
changing
always
slipping
through
my fingers
fleeting
and
elusive
like the
love
felt for
someone
not
known
personally
nothing
yet
everything
is
personal