• A Fragment of a Former Self

      I wanted it.

      After going without it for so long,

      I was drunk on the attention,

      Intoxicated by it.

      My ego wouldn’t let me say no

      Even though I knew

      The hangover would be my undoing.

      This short poem emerged during a very different season of my life, a time when ego and intense desire often steered the ship.

      Cipher_O and )))O(((
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