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admitting or how i learnt to remove the stain
Contributed by
classicfailedhero
on
Thursday, 28th April 2005 @ 02:37:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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my bed is vacant, i have arose.
have i opened my eyes?
or projections cover my eyelids.
smell & crust of past lives all around.
i seem to remember a time
when partialy opened blinds
meant a little less.
red tuliped stains on hands
they burn & itch.
upper arm with hot blood
travel through.
purpousfuly seldom heard breathe travel
from chest & evaded lips.
A disposable glacier covers my hands
threatening to drip.
remorse, i stand on the brink of jerusalem
in moments of unity is when
you are singled out.
i leave my room, sleep, darkness
cliche's, i know, but oh! i need them now.
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2005-04-28 02:37:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: admitting or how i learnt to remove the stain
(User Rating: 1 ) by freckle on
Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 05:17:13 PM AEST (User
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An interesting write. I didn't quite get it all but I liked the descriptions you used, very vivid. I liked the last two lines the best.
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