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I turn the key and pull away from you,
only to face this numb routine. My breath
appears in front of me, as though the ghost
of warmth; then melts into the burning cold
and disappears…for where else could it go?
The sun begins to rub its eyes, and drink
its morning cup; if only it would sleep and hide—
I’d love to do the same. I bite my lip
and disappear…for where else could I go.
An endless mile away from you, pretending
to work… to care—a thousand feet trample
among the ground, but none the ones that leave
footprints on me. Hundreds of voices crisscross
my ears, but none the one that brings your sound.
My eyes cross paths with just as many sets,
but none the one I see in fantasy—
I close my eyes…and fantasize. Finally,
2007-03-10
08:09:32
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