from The Milk/Scotch poetry collection…

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​I want more and to be more and I don’t know what I need to do to get ​the more.
more love, more me, more gratification, more satisfaction, more everything.
and when I break it up into pieces
i get scared and stop and start and stop.
i am a ball of desire, fear, contemplation and doubt.
what is to become of this mess i’m calling a life?
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