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The Adrenaline We Crave

Shaky hands please calm

Upset tum please settle now

But please don’t leave me

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creative nonfiction Poetry Writing

May 12, 2014

“During midnight skies, I watch the moon fall out of love with the stars.” – Unknown

Like a painting, I was unfinished. And you like to start projects, but not ever complete them. Until my frontal lobes developed–until I was a fully completed sculpture, I could not finish this poem. Confusion of that time stuck like putty in the holes of my frontal lobes.