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Reality on Emerging from the Empty
by Gail Wolper
When it came time
to gather my
personality,
I could not
collect all
the pieces.
So I chose the ones
for the night guard
as that
is when I am
most lonely.
c 2012
08/31/2014 Author's Note: on recovering from a hospitalization
Posted on 08/31/2014
Copyright © 2025 Gail Wolper
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/31/14 at 04:45 PM *****succinctly stellar***** |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 08/31/14 at 08:56 PM nice:) |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 09/02/14 at 04:10 PM ...to meet you during the day would be a catatonic encounter, or you would be on guard all the live long day as a wolf, howling at the smallest sliver of noonday moon. |
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