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october 25, 2011
by Ava Blu
this stillness inside me tonight is
not as comforting as i need it to be.
i have been toying with ideas all day,
thinking about never washing my hands again
because dirt clings here, it
sweeps us off our feet and
i am a reminder of that, this filth
that isn't filth to us.
i am a mixture,
i am not reading anything these days
that i can't forget two seconds later;
i am only a day away.
10/25/2011 Posted on 10/26/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/26/11 at 02:47 PM Your last line was just what I needed to hear today. I found it so pure and find also that sometimes, more than anything, we do need to remember that we're only a day away from everything. I'm a huge fan, Ava =) |
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