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Published: 2010-08-05 23:43:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 90; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Description The soft pillow descends, fogging out the crap.
A careless confidence sweeps me away.
Walking through the town the shapes jump out at me.
Just conscious enough to remember
to put one foot in front of the other.

Outlines vibrating, glowing,
blocking out what it is.
It doesn't matter anyway.
Concentrating on talking too loud,
trying to remember why I'm walking.

I'm grateful for the company,
I would have gotten lost
in the wonders of the wind,
no longer feeling the cold.
I don't remember the question but I take his hand..

I'm left in a hazy world with a dark angle.
His wings spread, protectively.

Nearly missed my stop,
so many eyes..
all looking at me.
Do they know?
Am I percolating?
Is it snowing?

I forget myself in the crunching beat of an apple.
I move so fast my arms make echoes.
Will the chair betray me?
Curling under the covers
I see fireworks swelling through the darkness…
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