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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
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
The last Wednesday Night Ritual
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
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
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