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[writingonmyskin]

line my box with satin
lie it next to me
place my thoughts within
close it for eternity

seeping through the porous sheets
condensation whines and weeps
as thoughts contained are thought asleep
out my ears and eyes they leak

on the ground i lie placing precious
strokes from painting brushes
across whole of eastern skies
i write in white what i have to say
in pictures molded with clouds of clay

line my face with paper cuts
college ruled and three hole punched
place words between the spaces
where thoughts can't find the traces

connect the clouds to lines of thought
that leak from eyes upon the ground
staring skyward with stifled sound
pictures play out in scenes
only i can see