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Inside All Day
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Vintage Words .
I reached out to touch the world
and felt fire and burning winds. The
search for solace got lost before
my hands reached it. I continued
the search with seared palms.
.
That was disappointing. Then it rained
and the world turned to steam and pain.
New days came up gray. At those times,
my nerve endings screamed see the world
like you, but that was the most iffy
proposition and rare.
.
Pulling the pieces together was the same
as shattering the puzzle. Scattered became
the way to see and unveil. Sealed away
from the world, thinking yearns for breath.
.
Lady A
12-04-13
12:25a
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