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OnTheSpot: Puddle

by Trisha De Gracia

In the space between the was
and the now
I find you puddled there
a stagnant pool
for me to place my mary jane in.

You fill with the rain from eyes

drop
by drop

you grow with my pitiful sadness
my endless cliche
my sickening and ever revolving
replaying
disgust.

At least
from my one perpetual
fatal daydream
there is a lonely benefactor.

11/19/2003

Posted on 11/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

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