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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2005 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.10.03.21.22867]] |
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Under the morning dew and above the empty attic I have hidden pieces of you in safes and ideas (kept locked safely away from my mind in these monotonous days) I allowed you into my soul and you moved and shifted the foundations and lights creating confusion in a constant state (Chaos yawns, and stretches its wings) you dragged pieces of me behind you when you walked away while the morning picked itself up off its knees and whispered words of worry in my ear (I am incomplete now; just a faded photograph of who I once was) |