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It is a dictionary in ice. Pages frozen in place, the words blurry and unreadable. All cold and slippery. I cannot grasp the concrete. It is a blurry photo. Unfocused, unmotivated, unknown. Discarded as soon as it is found. It is the waking up with a dull pounding. A nap that did not refresh An exhaustion that never ends I cannot wake up cannot end this dull ache cannot focus cannot grasp cannot thaw cannot do not know Please wake me up and clear my head. Adjust the focus; twist it and snap a clear picture. Give me something concrete. Press it to me and close my fingers around it. Then wrap around me and help me hold on so this does not slip away, too.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
Slipping My Mind
It is a dictionary in ice. Pages frozen in place, the words blurry and unreadable. All cold and slippery. I cannot grasp the concrete. It is a blurry photo. Unfocused, unmotivated, unknown. Discarded as soon as it is found. It is the waking up with a dull pounding. A nap that did not refresh An exhaustion that never ends I cannot wake up cannot end this dull ache cannot focus cannot grasp cannot thaw cannot do not know Please wake me up and clear my head. Adjust the focus; twist it and snap a clear picture. Give me something concrete. Press it to me and close my fingers around it. Then wrap around me and help me hold on so this does not slip away, too.
margo-polo
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
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