Can't even chart this mood - it's a rogue.
Can't explain it to myself - it involves my feelings about too many different people.
It exists in my head more like a series of shapes - instead of thoughts - most of them sharp.
Just need it let it play out, die down...
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Love your title - one of those poems that I love and really sticks with me, even though it was first read in an Anne Rice novel.
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