Poems

Just count

I am everywhere and no where

The breaths I take are counted

One. Two. Three.release

I live on edge all the time

The place for relaxation is inexistent

Not tangible never was never will be

I am everything but most days

There’s nothing left of me

One. Two. Three. . .Release

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