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 Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi
August
crack
falling*
The winter dries you out.
The winter ties you down.
It takes away your warmth.
It wants you to drown.
The frozen sheet above your head.
The way your fingers bled.
Your fingernails scratching the ice.
Worn to wounds, sinking like lead
A fatal breath, nothing now is dry
Widened fear fills your eye
The current gives one final tug
Your hair waves goodbye & then you die
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi
Chuck
Comedy is true genius.
I am too dumb to laugh.
 Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi
Marian
Part 1

I love my Mamma
She is my dear twin sister,
We love each other!

Two little girls
Everyday would play in grass,
Wind blowing their skirts!

Sweet breezes stirring
Would always caress their face,
In the warm sunshine.

Outside in the rain
Raindrops would kiss their fair cheeks,
Two sweet twin sisters.

*
~Marian~
For my Mamma and dear twin sister, Hilda!
She's on HP too.
Over the last few days
I have constructed a new basic description of myself:
I am the seventeen year old
poet with a white beard and baggy, bruised-looking eyes
who only ever uses his left hand when playing badminton.
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