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I have found myself beneath Rocks turned up away from me, And I have found myself behind the door              home alone And I have found myself beneath unfolded Laundry in the basket,              eyes squinted, keeping warm. I have found myself in smaller forms - Between book covers, A grey dust exhumes at the turn of              each its leaves, Just as I have nestled away              former inspirations - Now as I Open them up the Fine powder fills my eyes, a dreamy Lense reveals the dark skyward chasm And its endless fires. If only I knew how to reach them, My old flames and I could reminisce And I could Close and put away all the stories I never finished.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Little Places
I have found myself beneath Rocks turned up away from me, And I have found myself behind the door              home alone And I have found myself beneath unfolded Laundry in the basket,              eyes squinted, keeping warm. I have found myself in smaller forms - Between book covers, A grey dust exhumes at the turn of              each its leaves, Just as I have nestled away              former inspirations - Now as I Open them up the Fine powder fills my eyes, a dreamy Lense reveals the dark skyward chasm And its endless fires. If only I knew how to reach them, My old flames and I could reminisce And I could Close and put away all the stories I never finished.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
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