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Jan 2013
You pull
I push
The break is never easy, like taffy cooked too long
Shattering when stretched thin
That's how my inner monologue copes with anorexia
Eating holes straight through
But you could never stand the smell
Driftwood wet-rot thoughts boiling down
Catarizing the wound that always worries
My sluggish heart
Take a deep breath
Swollen and stolen it beats heavy in the starving cavity of my wintery chest
Longing  for summer
For the cosmic revolution that will bring it back around to the aching  center
The sun.  
You.
Life.
Wake me up when night falls
Wake me up with stars burning behind my eyes
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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