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Aftermath Disaster |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
I switched the story telling play on words and heard myself curse through the fog of remorse You could see my breath and smoke, I smoked a whole pack within the reach of another's grasp Until the wind blew me away again and there was no time to fit in with fiction's unadventerous beginnings I turned around to see him standing there, but no one standing there sounds so much better In which case I turned around to see no one standing there but still stalked by memories unattatched to their faults It was never me and never made sense to believe otherwise But I've fooled myself and him into thinking this would work out - ever Knowing, still, that it never could I've torn myself apart Monday Nov. 2nd 2009 Emily Shives |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
oh I do love this......its all about perception......and we can do ourselves much harm from taking blame we were never meant to shoulder.......this is powerful enjoyed! |
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kindredspirit Member
since 2009-05-19
Posts 156 |
It's never too late to put yourself back together. Good write Emily.  |
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