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By Em Hatemore Date: 2011 Nov 23 Comment on this Work [[2011.11.23.09.35.32508]] |
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In all of my desperate junctures when fear settled deep into my subconscious trailing cold skeletal fingertips of despair into my heart I did not reach out When the panic slammed Into my chest When sorrow bore cracks Into the wall around my sanity I did not reach out In anguish and suffering I moved forward Only glimpsing back Long enough to remember You are the past To reach out to the past Is a desperate measure A fool’s attempt At conjuring ghosts Move forward And let the past be. |