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the enemies
aren't memories
don't you see
they were born in you and me
goodness snapped with that umbilical cord
now I am dying for a cord
to hold as I fall
fall without awareness of even the sensation because I am numb
we are but numb bears in the winter
without hope for a blizzard to take us *away
The "i"'s of this keyboard know me better than the eyes of anyone I know
This aloof computer has seen me ***** ugly thoughts while "in real life" I don't bat an eye
I am a wounded owl in the night
fearing- free of reason- the sudden dawn
You might be able to help me, but the scars reappear when you leave,
the only magic trick I believe in anymore
(knowledge spoils and sweetens)
don't pity me when I say I can never be loved
You only love one shell of many
the tears we don't cry are also the sweet lullaby of the misunderstood
those muffled wails the anthem of the struggling
but that's what we do
we find something to struggle against
and time after time we find a reason
for fingers splayed hoping to feel light
for notes made but never sent
for all the holes you've rent
in my willing heart

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