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September 10
by Meghan HelmichSomehow I've gone missing
in this dust cloud of touch.
Fleshy strained faces are searching,
but I am not here.
I am finding myself, miles away
on a thready pull-out couch,
in love with my expectations. 09/14/2011 Posted on 09/14/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/14/11 at 07:11 PM I just hope it works for you as expectations can unfortunately exceed reality. Still nice write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/16/11 at 02:50 PM Nothing wrong with expectations. This has some perfect imagery nailed in it. |
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