Swallowed, not quite digested
I feel something stuck
Some sort of emotion
Without release,
Nor beginning, nor end
A wanting, something to say?
Something to realize,
something to feel
But I cannot place that thing,
what is it?
Love, infatuation, desire,
sadness, tears, tragedy,
The workings of my mind
Lodged in my throat
It won't go down
No ideological or emotional wine
Unmoving, uncertain
Yet placed to provoke.
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