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Jul 2014
I could be                                                                       inside your bones

                             or outside Earth's atmosphere

either way

the image                                                                        of your back turned

will                                               always.

be    etched      on           the           under                 mind

the sideless coins placed on my eyelids after i died

and in that dream of death

your face is always turning

but i never quite see your eyes


What is love anymore? IS this what you wanted me to see? Nothing but

Constantly seeking out a smaller and smaller space to fit into.
                                  Pretty soon you'll cram yourself so small.
                                                       You will vanish.
From sight.

A speck of gold in the corner. A fleck of green in the dark.
A flicker of warmth in the winter when the fire won't start.

We've grown so incredibly old together.
I, taller, stronger. You, more emaciated...wiser.
Here's to separation of spaces.
Here's to someday being united.
Here's to...


Orion Schwalm
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Orion Schwalm  26/Nevada City, CA
(26/Nevada City, CA)   
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