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RedWarrior1775 — Floating
Published: 2016-07-10 01:26:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 227; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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I am not the Body anymoreAnd it is no longer me
There is no connection to grasp
Who am I
What was it
Where are we
In a story about an imaginary friend
and happy whistles, and days at the park
Too much pepper on a sandwich
In the fragmented shards of another when
Where Frank Sinatra croons us to sleep
And the Great Escape greets the sunrise
The tattered bits of brotherhood
Between the hours of o-dark-thirty
And the peppery burn of CS gas
Fat droplets of a summer monsoon
And stolen moments in between work
Only knowing one person in the world
The memories are wisps of smoke
and blades in the dark
They are here
I am not there
The Body can't be, but
I wish we were here right now
