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 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Paul Hardwick
Come again
that stranger
in strange looking shoes
he sold me a smile
then said to me
do You want something to eat
at that i felt i should refuse
and said no think i need a cigarette
he followed me outside
so light up and gave him the ****
wow man he said to me
**** man i am fed up selling second hand food
and waved me and the company good bye
saying i will see you later
I just asked how
how can you see me later
Man you can not see me now,
and all i wanted was
a ham sand which.
Maybe with some mustard on it, o **** I just dribbled.
Paul
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
arham
Everything  I touch turns to dust
Everyone I love leaves
I lay in the cold waiting
For the other shoe to drop

It should be simple
This life
It should make sense
This existence

I catch a snowflake falling
From the skies
It melts upon my touch
Denying me its beauty

The cold sizzles and burns
You'd think the cold would be cold
But ah it's scorching
It licks and gnaws

It should be peaceful
Death
It should be easy
To let go

Yet
Everything thing I touch turns to dust
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Cary Fosback
I still remember the moment you let go
Wearing my navy, Notre dame gold encrusted sweater

I remember how your eyes glistened and glazed over
The hazel jewels covered in a breath of dust
As you clutched up for someone to save you
To save us

And I stood there silently quaking
Unaware of the rivers flowing behind your melancholy cheeks
That poured out from your eyes and your mind, your heart and your breast
And spilled all over the sanctuary floor, abandoned

How you clutched my angst splattered teen t-shirt
How you concealed your suffering subtly in the crest of my shoulder
How I was so thankful for your strength
And the open hole that held our hearts in that moment

Sealed in the next
After one last embrace as one
And the bones broke as they were slammed against the pestle
As we separated and molted, given new skin
And put on the same monochromatic, dull eyed smile
Just as the day we met

And our hearts hurt, our lives reformed
Our paths split
Our eyes cold
And we were *fine.
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