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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

To The Bone

This wears at me.
This poetic bone.
That as I wrote it down.

It became like worn
as every one.
Not as everyone.

Just get to that break
will it heal the same,
no I don't think so.
It can be devistation. 

I just want to have
a bone to pick at
but I really don't.
Let them down,
I cannot even
count to the bone.

Like a exoskeleton 
of something 
that is not so much
more, as if 
I search for

a bone to chew.
More than anything a bone to throw.
Less than that, a bone in hand
like an ancient man.







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