I suppose
I love my scars
because
they have
stayed with me
longer
than most people
have.
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How do i
survive?
another day,
another week-
how do i make
a morning from the
night?
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If you could see your soul tonight,
how much would you grieve
for the damage
it has suffered
at the hands of those
who treated it
as cruelly?
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Fog on her glasses
from the still steaming tea
a book in her hand
as she casually reads.
A catch in her breath
as the climax grows near
she is deaf to the world :
the book's all she can hear.
She is completely lost now,
or perhaps she is found
in this strange paper world
that's far from the ground.
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