Poems from James Ducket

What do I want this year? If you ask that question you musnt know me I fear You should know what I want every year But if you don't  I'd...
You stand there and look at me As I bleed and am paralyzed with pain Your darkness surrounding me Choking the life out of me Then you walk...
Who am i? On the inside? on the outside?  Or do you mean my instinct? You must be specific Because even now I can't answer such a general...
We don't cry because we're sad We cry because it's something we never had. I could watch my happiest moments fly by and I'd feel ignorant...
Is my impulse who I am? or who I want to be?  Is it me?  Or is it my dream? these things I want to do are never new they are old they are a...

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