Lost.

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Most people are lost

for words, 

me? I am lost

without them. 


A babygirl loses 

her doll

for the first time,

yet she is the one that feels lost. 


I lose myself 

in the shallow world, 

work, friends, life at the speed of light,


and my poetry winds down a road

unknown, 

it takes alien turns and 

twists around my neck

like an infant choking on an umbilical cord. 

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