i've become disarticulate
coming apart at my joints
my ability to move
falls
when you aren't touching
my hand
my heart
and i just lay in a pitiful pile
waiting to be swept up
and dumped
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One Poem and One Day At A Time
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the sound of two birds i don't know about.
this one i know about because i like to do the same thing. at the end of the poem is a blam! a slam and it's over.
Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
I've been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!
Thumbs up, and keep it going!
Cheers
Christian, iwspo.net
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