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Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
so you finally get to have her
on her deathbed
how perfect
would you ****** as much
over me
on mine
of course not
that's too real
you'd run away
as you already have
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
grey dawn
the mysteries of morning
shot with rays from the rising sun
white crested waves break
and foam on the shore
strength gone
they recede
lone sandcastle slumps
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
i'm pushing myself
into that space
the one between
death and re construction
wafer thin
razor sharp
all done in
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
we spend our lives
standing still
and even the dead
stay dead
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
disarray
has more in it
than perfection
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
i hunt myself
and eviserated
bleed words onto the page
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
on the horizon
moon silvered clouds
float across the surface of the sea
like wind blown veils
at home
the silence orchestral
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