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A Bitter Pill Swallowed

You made me into a pregnant pause, the scratch on the banister, beside a dim photo eaten by time and wear, I felt diminished but as the scarab turned the dung so did life revolve to remember the existence of the scratch I am now a canyon, never step too near the edge, for the groove is now fathoms deep, and I will swallow you up as if you never were …

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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