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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Aug 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.09.11.26.2154]] |
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Red plastic crosses And symbols of something of loss And agony. And denial And shared moons that we no longer share. Because we don't want to look at it anymore. No more. At least not for now. While we fight the grieving And steel ourselves against feeling. For now. There's no fast forward through The spiders and pigeons And surgeries and leaks and blue dye symbolism We all know that; we know it. But here we are, in unison A great, screaming primal need For peace, at so many costs We have a place, my friends. We have a place. Something so many people don't, Not even deep inside themselves. And asking for something more is hedonistic I will suffer this with you my friend. And will be here on the other side of it. You've my word. |