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I'm fatally dancing advancing with and toward a slow zoom through hallways to the dark room trying to shorten my strides or grip the walls at my sides gouging a fingernail fear of mortality that makes out the shape of the cursive-signed names of everyone or thing ever in a not-so clever attempt to accept the thief that's in and is the night I breathe heavily and wide to prove that I'm alive until my ribs touch the white-walls rubbing along in a washboard song that peels paint like turpentine with a rank smell wafting from the room at the end of the line and time knuckling under the backs of my knees scraping off of the floorboards slouching across the adjacent door frames where exit signs should read thee forehead pulsating expelling sweat to absolve me and for moments the room might shine and I am still
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Fetter Time and Pride
I'm fatally dancing advancing with and toward a slow zoom through hallways to the dark room trying to shorten my strides or grip the walls at my sides gouging a fingernail fear of mortality that makes out the shape of the cursive-signed names of everyone or thing ever in a not-so clever attempt to accept the thief that's in and is the night I breathe heavily and wide to prove that I'm alive until my ribs touch the white-walls rubbing along in a washboard song that peels paint like turpentine with a rank smell wafting from the room at the end of the line and time knuckling under the backs of my knees scraping off of the floorboards slouching across the adjacent door frames where exit signs should read thee forehead pulsating expelling sweat to absolve me and for moments the room might shine and I am still
michael-mclean
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
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