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*FightingForSpaceToBreathe*
by J. P. DaviesI can feel it slipping
down through the cracks,
and pin-holes, in my smile.
It freezes the blood,
in my veins, as you turn
me over the fire.
Im waiting for the cue,
to dash back on stage
and pretend its real.
Lets stop acting.
Please pronounce this over,
we can begin again.
Inside.
03/28/2004 Author's Note: *cries*
Posted on 03/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/03/04 at 08:55 AM excellent read....well done |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/25/05 at 11:47 PM I never saw this, I never saw this, I never thought you wrote likethis or felt like this. How I did I ever miss this? Where were you and more importantly here, where was I? |
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