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Slid

your past was fabricated told to soften this now, this weighty hand keeping you in place. the face, the eyes, i look at this in surprise, this masterpiece of loss. blinded by the light, i'm trying to make it right, prying my hands between the lids. a tear slid, demolished my power & stance, washed effort- all gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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