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fall

April 10, 2011

it’s been less than a month. i can’t discern the space i inhabited before.
sinking.
these weeks invaded me like muddy streams. wish i could recover those missing parts.
adrift.
breathing drains me. wish my fingers could reclaim that safe edginess.
suffocating.
my alarm clock failed me. wish i could retune it congruently.
spellbound.
maybe i took too much for granted. wish my arms reopened confidently.
shamed.
disjoint echoes hum conflicting senses. every walk may be treacherous.
trapped.

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