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Everybody
is broken
to some degree
Missing pieces
and jagged edges
and
I love her
and in her head
there is a place
where I sit
waiting.
is broken
to some degree
Missing pieces
and jagged edges
and
I love her
and in her head
there is a place
where I sit
waiting.
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WHOLESOME that face
her face
smiling through grimey
been sitting in the barn too long
cracked picture frame.
But that smile shines out of its cracked
shell- pristine.
Only the eyes betray a slight
inconsistancy, a tiny imbalance..
off key
A crack, hardly visible to the naked
eye.
I wonder why I alone have noticed this.
May be a mirror, no
my cracks are far more visible.
Wide chasms, ripping across my face
people wonder in which way to direct their
gaze when they bother to speak to
me.
The tips of my ears burn, crackle and turn
viscose in the heat.
I can almost see through them now.
Strange, the amber color they took on.
DOROSHOW. And the thoes of living in-between keep on assaulting
these eyes that crack and crinkle in direct sunlight, tearing in
bright light. I would like to crawl underground to smell the
dampness that is beneath my feet, permanent, collecting, and I
lie again. "Repent" the word beats with palpitations audible
to the average ear, those caught nearby stop, ruminate
momentarily, snap back into action, and wander away.
swallow. swallow this.
Wind blows
escaping these cracked
bleached dried
ribs
that I humour
day in and day out.
Crystalline semi solid sweet
thought of you today
and hid in this
revelling
rolling in
you, but
only momentarily
HIDDEN
from everyone else.
(MERCY)
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