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within this no-man's land
there are stepping stones
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Breathing split
Life running from your lips -
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We too lose breath at the crossing
From paired to single living.
14 lines, 18 comments,
on Jan 25 10:55 AM 2005. In Weird
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Here on this earth
Death is for the living
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Others cannot grasp my aloneness
Nor can they forgive it
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It waits to catch
The Achilles heel
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The space where you were
I still carry within
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Gone now the biting grief
And in its stead acknowledged memories.....
8 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 20 4:18 PM 2005. In Sad, Personal
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The witch in the shuddering bed,
I tell myself, is my mother
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