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In these hours I look at your face   I think We two, separated, so long. You with your drugs and *** miniscule friends. Celebrating a pale youth down bright corridors. Me stagnating inside a corner or a cabinet of a deep red mind. Brushing away cobwebs for years, finally, to make room for you. When we met again, On the beach Or on a ***** sidewalk Or in the basement Or with you beside me With patiently thick fingers Me screaming **** me, **** me It wasn't enough that time to ease the physical pain. Years of ******** standing slouching smoking, The complete erasure of my past coming in waves and then, suddenly, Creeping back into the dark next to the spiders: A man here, taking me for granted, A dress with a tear near the knee, An empty space A mother placing her daughter tightly away in a large granite box a top a musty gray shelf and waiting outside with the key. And me inside And me inside And the music, a century of loneliness and terror others and their pain and my own It all crashed down yesterday Aha!          I've got you now!
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
may, a scream
In these hours I look at your face   I think We two, separated, so long. You with your drugs and *** miniscule friends. Celebrating a pale youth down bright corridors. Me stagnating inside a corner or a cabinet of a deep red mind. Brushing away cobwebs for years, finally, to make room for you. When we met again, On the beach Or on a ***** sidewalk Or in the basement Or with you beside me With patiently thick fingers Me screaming **** me, **** me It wasn't enough that time to ease the physical pain. Years of ******** standing slouching smoking, The complete erasure of my past coming in waves and then, suddenly, Creeping back into the dark next to the spiders: A man here, taking me for granted, A dress with a tear near the knee, An empty space A mother placing her daughter tightly away in a large granite box a top a musty gray shelf and waiting outside with the key. And me inside And me inside And the music, a century of loneliness and terror others and their pain and my own It all crashed down yesterday Aha!          I've got you now!
jillian-jesser
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
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