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dull thud
by Angela Thomasit does seem as if i live on the brink
of getting to the next best thing. and
once again here i am with big sloppy
wet tears collecting in my neck lines,
having stopped in the creases at the corner
of my eyes to collect their thoughts first
before tumbling faster than even my hopes
could have mustered. you were in my dream
last night and it shook me. i slogged thru
the day until i didn't have to fake it anymore
and then went home to curl up in my bed
with a tall glass of wine and an old pipe,
filled with smoke that had more substance
than any of the promises you made me once.
01/16/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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