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Monday, April 23, 2007


She is licking up her fear
Tasting the bitterness on her tongue
Swallowing pieces of memories
Nothing will be left soon
She’ll become her hollow shell again
A place for ideas to puddle and die
Recast and repaint her face once more
An hour left to glue together her wounds
And it’ll all fall on blind eyes
All her work will waste away in her hands
These hands that used to hold some meaning
Used to shape and create new visions of delight
She’ll meditate on her voided soul
Finding deep inside that a rainbow can grow
But perhaps the storm hasn’t ended just yet
And with her chilled wet hands she’ll build an umbrella
Her new dream sanctuary, her warm harmonious hum
Watching as the rain comes down, covering her ground
Waiting again and again for the part in her clouds where life can begin

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