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Fractions





I doubt this every minute
its been breathing.

I can't escape
us.
(But I don't think I want to.)


I take the little pieces
that we are,
I take them away,

they line my pockets.


When the world is dark,
with no more eyes,

I take our moments out,
our soft cracking crumbs,

from wrinkled pockets,


and examine

just how much
they're willing
to glisten.





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You won't get no glory on that side of the hole...

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  • Fitz1901
    June 15, 2008

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    This is a really cool poem filled with imagery and deep poem, its official I like

    thanks for entering