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Friday, March 13, 2015

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I found myself in a forest

Listening to the trees whisper about

Whisking throughout

I found a golden spout…hidden in plain sound

In it grew love hope and dreams

All sides covered in thorns & doubt

I mourned the small cuts As my knuckles bled

from the simple thrust of the knob

For a few moments…everything

Then as if all at once

The Owls of the area pulled the starry rug

The light of the moon spoke…and the drain busted

Covered in blood

I realized I was awake for the first time in months

My heart pumped

And my veins sunk…I was meant to embody the grunge…I was meant to speak about the good & evil we all encompass

& then…NOTHING
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