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with two hands, firmly

Its hard to wallow in sorrow

its even harder to watch you do it.

I don't love you or care about you

or know you

but I want to.

 

It's ok that we forgot how to feel

so I guess its ok that I am in pain now.

 

Can we remember?

 

I want to

just ******* stop, trying.

go do something.

It's pathetic.

Your pathetic.

 

Carry a flower by its petals to the icy marble of an upside down statue of a Catholic reverend mothers torn womb.

 

Torn petals

broken flowers

let it move and

slide through space

pressed tightly between

two pains

of glass

the juices excrete

from the flesh

of a flower.

 

Its really beautiful.

My mind is so happy, the satisfaction of watching the life squeeze out of a flower under glass makes me feel safe to express the emotion love.

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sam-schroder-shaddow
English
Published
Jan 17, 2011
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Excuses are easy when your dealing with the English Language.

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