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Matthew Walsh
Poems
Sep 2015
Epilepsy
I look up...fall under
depth is shrinking
strip apart into string
touch it....so cold
I beg for sound
when I wake
honor is still cheap
time stops convulse again
These scabs, some shine
blind as the sun
I want to touch the sun
pride is reborn
Kicked to the ground
fit to the ground
this mud is mine
this mud is all mine
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Matthew Walsh
United States
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