natalya oliver

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tardy bell rings at 8:15 a.m

The Wanderer

Oh lover, one has never been so kind.

Yet,

I feel my brain begging for more of your mind.

And I know my request seems empty

when your touch is so full

but I’m becoming numb to your fingertips

like an object to a tool.

And I cry because I know better

and I panic for I can’t seem to appreciate

But I can’t help what my dreams ask of me

in a deep sleep of my fate.

-Natalya Oliver