compulsion

compulsion

A Poem by Hermione

I’ve got the benefit of compulsion
with the mercy of distraction
I don’t need any help
it’s just an abstraction
Cut out the words
just save the lines
I don’t have the soul
and I don’t have the time.
And all I know about love
is that it’s like a convulsion

© 2009 Hermione


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Added on November 21, 2009

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Hermione
Hermione

Strawberry Fields, MI



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