CageA Poem by Jacques - iNkwireA poem about being sad and the psychosomatic things that come with it.
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in my brains folds Invisible wrinkles because I feel old Canyons on my cheeks and sleep gone from my eyes I rise early but propped up in unlife I feel incomplete yet I am also done can I ever be free of cages if my head is one? © 2024 Jacques - iNkwireAuthor's Note
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Added on December 23, 2024 Last Updated on December 23, 2024 Tags: Cage, sad, depressed, intrusive thoughts, pain AuthorJacques - iNkwireSonoma County, CAAboutHi. Most of my work is poetry, but I intend to put some stories out in the future. I write about what makes me feel strongly. This approach mostly results in romantic pieces, but I hope to branch o.. more..Writing
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