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Anna Sep 2013
Charlie Sorrow shattered,
And we scraped
His broken bones.
Anna Sep 2013
These thoughts are sick
And circling.
My clothes are drenched.
My mind is clammy and wet.
Anna Sep 2013
Your breathing chases ghosts away.*
I exhale shotgunned smoke
And laugh at my own words.
Anna Sep 2013
He dripped love
While I covered us
In ***** and blood.
Anna Sep 2013
Canvas sits in dim lit cars
While silver trails into the stars
My pipe breathes just beneath the seat
Where art and people meet.
Anna Sep 2013
Skin falls
Like a macabre snow
or true dust in the wind of time.
He's silent as he dissipates.
So am I.
Anna Sep 2013
She scrapes at sun
Beneath her nails
Donning clothes
That're shifting sails
Her skin is wind,
Her pain a gale,
Her heart's an ocean
But her life is stale.
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