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Born back to me
Contributed by
beneaththefloorboards
on
Wednesday, 2nd January 2013 @ 06:17:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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18/1/12
My mind was stacked high with Smiles that dont make it to the eyes, Behind my own, liquid pushes through For everything a reason.
The ground on which I walk upon Is ignored when captivated by my moving bones Pacing shakily and threatening to disappear A sore you left in my head.
Skin and bones and hair And eyes and hands and mouth But no voice Of meaning anymore.
Mock ghost in my house, wanders Until she is put back together with solidity And her anguish pours as she walks And comprehends place and time.
The scent of stubborn admission Everything a contradiction Nothing makes sense to me When we run into one another.
Everyone who has cared, one day Will be brought back together. In an optimistic mindset, My eyes would never hold your image again.
At dusk, a false depiction above a shelf, Whisper goodnight, and take care of me, Wish my house was haunted in a different way, To quench my questions and set us free.
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beneaththefloorboards
... [
2013-01-02 06:17:57] (Date/Time posted on
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