If You Open It, by Tim Pozzi
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Sometimes a certain day
is blinded by,
a solitude that takes
me into a painful stride
with things I might like
to hide.
A regret that sidles up close
and hugs me while I sleep,
tries to keep these dreams
at bay,
or wake up ok again.
In the darkness, screaming.
Jolted aside with a
lightning-ray
death that started with a
tiny little crack of pain.
I let the weight stay. |
Posted: 2012-03-05 19:51:35 UTC |
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