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Random Strings of Consciousness

a hawk is flying overhead watch him from my deathbed a single rose out in the grass pink as a sunset and pretty like glass i am underground but can still hear the crowd coyote waiting on the hill sitting on the windowsill teeth big and bright like fire eyes screaming with desire always giving never taking full of doubts and debating why should i feel this way why sit down and try to pray worthless girl that i am short of love but not demand always pushing always pulling never stopping never going am i sick am i ugly i am quick but i am struggling big black hole in my chest proudly displayed on my breast but i am human

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Jul 29, 2010
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