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Nov 2010
In a fetal position, I sit
buzzed cut, scarlet carpet
under me
propped up against iron bars, digging into my back

Stained glass memories cast colored shadows on the floor and bodies of those surrounding me

My head rest against the mahogany railing,
tea candles rest on the floor
casting watercolors of still life portraits through my tears

hallow silence
echoing against stone arches

Warmth
arms graze arms
surrounding me
never has anything felt to right

never have
I felt so blessed

to have those whom sit beside me

all is at peace within the silence

I look up and remember
Written by
Ams
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