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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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Regretting
the night.
It
didn't shine
Gleam in the light
As if to catch the eye.
It was just there
Dull
In it's grey casing
As I was.
All I wanted from it
Was to open a package
Of books
That were mean to distract me
From going too far.
There was no need for it,
No wish to do harm.
I had gone too far to take me
beyond the ability to turn pages.
I can only hope
That it has not left
Any noticeable scars.
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division
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You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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