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Nov 2011
across the
room the
door serves
it's purpose
as a reminder
of being forced
in and out of
them, shoved or
carried. you didn't
want to go, none
of us did. we left
the lights on
as a reminder,
peeking under
the cracks in
the bottom
of the barrier.
the light was
a reminder
of a purity.
this girl is just
a prototype
of another
one and another,
i reasoned as i
nudged you
outside into
the cold and
lightless world.
your eyes kept
their pleading,
as a reminder
of innocent nights
sneaking into your
bedroom hardly
breathing and
knowing nothing,
holding her
head there, i,
i...
Written by
Scott Swanger
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