Poetry

Where I started

Another wrong turn

Vicious circle 

Sickness of familiarity 

Back to where I started.

A conversation, guarded

Words balanced on the edge

Trigger happy

Love…sick

Lovesick.

Regretted exchange 

Body Heated

Back to where I started.

Don’t worry my little star

It’s of my own doing 

I may be lost

But I’ve been here before.

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